His V-shaped body, with toned abs & pecs made Xan smile. "Hi! Come on in," the doctor said."Thanks," replied the guest."Have a seat. Would you like so...ething to drink?" Water."Xan went to the kitchen. He returned with an ice cold bottle of water. He handed it over to his guest. "What's your name," inquired the precocious physician."You can call me Red," the visitor answered. "You're Sari, right?" Yeah," Xan giggled. "That's my internet name." What's your real name?" Xan." That's pretty." Thank. "But ... No!" I widened my eyes and then saw Bam Mitchell, a black senior and one of the biggest kids in school.He must have been a foot taller than me and about three hundred pounds of ebony muscle. Everybody called him Bam because his first name was Alabama, but also because his nickname on the football field was Bam-Bam, like the Flintstones character. Except he was black and the club he carried was swinging between his muscular thighs as Bam stood in the middle of the bathroom with his. His gaze continues slowly down the length of her body lingering on her tuff of pubic hair before he shifts his stance to get a better look at folds of her pussy. The candle sputters back to its normal dimness hiding it momentarily in mystery. He closes his eyes remembering all the times he has fondled her soft pussy lips, wet clit, and sucked its sweetness, the warm rush of feeling as his cock entered her for the first time. He opens his eyes, she is watching him, eyes sparking as he feels his. David can feel his juices slipping all over as Master pushes two fingers inside him, making him juice even more. ?You’re all wet baby,? Master says, his thumb capturing David’s stiff clit and pinning it against his folds. It’s the most direct stimulation David’s had in months and he moans low and bucks his hips. Master flicks the fingers inside him apart, spreading his cunt wide open, watching it glisten pink and pulsate, kept nice and warm and juicy in his absence, now totally exposed just for.