The elevator whisked us up to the 82nd floor and we stepped into a very tasteful reception area with original oil paintings on the walls. A conservati...ely dressed receptionist was evidently expecting us. She informed us in a refined British accent that it would be just a few minutes until Mr. Masterson finished his long distance call and inquired if we would like coffees. While we sipped them I noticed a finely detailed statue of a nude ballerina executing a graceful leap. I thought at once of. I can say with complete honesty that in those darkened dance floors, the Black Guys had the wettest thighs, with the girls humping them. I always remember him gripping my bare ass as I humped and the others clapping as I actually had an orgasm crushing my pink pussy against his black skin and gliding up and down the ‘Snail-Trail’ so conveniently pre-trailed by our pulsating pussies. Sex was always on the cards in these local dance clubs and having multiple partners in one night was never a. Sandra shyly at first started caressing Cindy’s breasts as Cindy moaned. Sandra then became the teacher and pulled Cindy up to her and started licking her nipples. “Oh God, baby yes!” Cindy and Sandra were both getting in to it so Cindy started to rub Sandy’s clit gently as she was licking her breasts. As they were kissing they both started rubbing each other’s clits as they whispered each other’s names. “Baby, I gotta lick your wet pussy, it smells sooo goood,” Cindy whispered. “I’ve never. She licked up and down the length of my shaft, then took my cock in her mouth. She hummed while using her tongue on the underside of my pole. She slowly started bobbing back and forth on my shaft. I pulled Car up and spun her around. I yanked her shorts down and got on my knees and started exploring her pussy with my tongue. I was darting in and out and licking her clit. She was moaning bad now. “Oh fuck, please fuck me!” Car cried. I stood up and within a second my cock was deep in her pussy!.