One she was riding a black guy. Another was a face of huge orgasm or pain. One was her taking a selfie while getting fucked from behind. In one, sh... was cross eyed! They stopped. I got all excited knowing it would be a full night of cleaning. It would be another couple hours before I heard from her again. Now I began receiving texts saying "ours now", "black owned", "being bred, don't wait up". I thought it was amusing, hopefully they weren't stealing her money and credit cards. Then. We wrestled for a few minutes, the lads easily held me down with one hand each, while they used their other hands to explore my body, which was clad in just a thin summer dress held on by bow-ties at the shoulders, and bikini briefs.I wriggled helplessly, squealing as they accidentally found my ticklish spots, aware that my dress had ridden up around my waist. Once the lads noticed that, they looked at each other and an unspoken message passed between them. One at a time, my shoulder straps. He starts to stroke the curves of mybottom, his touch tender on my bare skin. For some reason I seem to haveforgiven him for my earlier punishment...He knows by my breathing that I am awake; his other hand touches the backof my hair, resting momentarily on my exposed shoulder."Come here, you silly bitch..." comes a good-humoured whisper in my ear,and an arm comes over my waist. I allow myself to be rolled over onto myback next to him. Looking up into the deep shadows of his face, I feel. Steve was asking me if I liked what was on the TV and of course I did but didn't want to act to excited. As I glanced back to Mike he was sitting there smiling stroking his cock. Steve had gotten my black dildo out earlier and had it sitting on the table so he told me to get it and lay in the floor and fuck myself while they watched me and the movie. I laid a pillow against the couch so I could watch the movie as well, lubed up my dildo and slowly started putting it in me. I was so tight but I.