It’s large enough, and there are plenty of dishes for the food there as well as plates and other things for the guests to have their meal on,” she...assured me. We, that is Owen, Joe, and I, had never eaten in the dining room, and I had only paid scant attention to the dishes and things in the sideboards.“How... ?” I started to ask, but Margie was speaking again.“Your house is very nearly the same as the Founder’s House, and the dining room IS the same. Don’t worry about it, everything will be. You are driving me crazy." Rog was driving me insane, I want it so badly. Matt always made me hot and horny but Rog was making me hotter than I had ever been. Rog moved his hands beneath my butt and pinched my white ass cheeks as he thrust deep and hard and held it with the head pushing hard against my cervix. "Rog," I begged. "Give it to me. I need you black daddy. I want you! Fuck me like a black stud dog breeds a white dog bitch." Rog was now breathing hard as he drove into me with deep. Moving behind her I hitch the skirt up onto her hips and push her blouse up to expose her back, stroking my hand down the spine as I slap and clasp her buttock. Slowly I caress her legs from bottom to top enjoying the sensation of the fine material under my fingertips and the breathy noises she emits as I do so. Gently exploring the bare flesh when the stocking tops are reached. I pour some wine between the cleavage of her bottom, catch it with my tongue as it finds its way down, pushing. I could feel my own piss racing down to my lower lips, my need to pee overwhelming with intensity. A soft hiss and pattering from the ground announced the start of my toilet, my thick piss stream jetting from my pussy and covering the floor with a deluge of hot urine.For the briefest of moments I thought that Wendy was not going to join me, but then my fears were washed away as the attractive teacher started to pee. Her pussy lips parted, a completely clear stream of piss leaping from her muff.