She turned on the water noticed the faucet was leaking. She pointed it out to the realtor who made a note of it. The owner had left cleaning supplies...and some food in the cabinets, a number of plants and some small appliances. All of that would add to the lived in look. When they had gone through the entire first and second floors, they went to the basement. There was some old exercise equipment and a couch. The basement had a musty smell, but there was a very nice fireplace on one wall. The. Under the cover of my overcoat, I had managed to get my own dick out and was slowly wanking myself in time to his fucking. The other guy had taken out his dick and was rubbing it over Trish’ nipples. I heard him say in a hoarse whisper. “Fucking hurry up will ya! I’m dying to fuck this Bitch!” “Ok, ok, Ooooo Fuck!” I heard the black guy say as he filled my wife with his sponk. “Oh god! That was good!” “Get out of the way!” said the white guy, almost pulling the other guy off Trish. He was soon. We talked nearly till dawn. Next day, as she left for office she called me nearly at 9 and told me that last night was good as she had me to share so many things. Later that day we decided to have lunch together.At 2 we went for lunch. She sat on my bike. While going to the restaurant at one place i had to apply urgent break and her boobs got contact with my back. WOOOW!!! Those milky and soft boobs were representing heaven on earth. The situation was bit awkward for her but i cracked a joke to. ”Allison piped up again. “It’s true, Jada. I hate condemning people, but from my experience as a slave, I have to agree.”Jada shrugged. “Okay, you know these men and I don’t. I’ll accept your opinion. And what about the three women still at Black Mall?”Brandi thought for a second. “Oh, Amber and Whitney are okay I guess, much better people that Neto and Pancho were, that’s for sure. I’ll never understand why they hung on to those two. They seemed to me to be tough survivors, and I’m hoping.