Looking down, I could see one of them had gone down to his knees, while a deep voice commanded:“Suck my cock; you, filthy bitch…”That voice coul... only belong to a nigger; a very big one…I listened quietly, as the first guy slurped around a black cock; he gagged on it several times, while the big man moaned in pleasure.I heard also some slap sounds and figured the black guy was slapping the cocksucker on his face…“You can do it better, bitch… c’mon, suck my big black cock!”I then heard the poor. No way. Throwing the spoon away, she managed squeeze her last, unbroken fingernailbetween her gag and cheek and pulled her flesh away from the hard rubber asgently as she could with her right hand. With her left index finger, she pusheda little of the Spam-looking concoction into her mouth, on the underside ofthe gag, and licked it off with her tongue. She tilted her head back and swallowedwith difficulty. Two hours later, she had consumed the entire six-ounce can and the efforthad tired her. " I tasted the piss and grit from the deck on all five of her flexing toes. There wasn't much I could do but slurp and suck until she yanked her foot out to show me her spit-shined toenails.Thankfully, Donna and Cynthia's torturing was cut short when Sarah gasped and warned, "Get out of the way!" Sarah sat up on the edge of the lounge chair, perpendicular to me, her feet planted by my hip. Her left hand was massaging oil into her breasts while her right moved furiously over her clit. She threw. He also didn’t want to cause a scene…. or humiliate Sharon.Sharon wondered what was wrong with Jack… he seemed to be so tense. She hoped he wasn’t Mad at her, for Scolding him… like a ch(i)ld, she realized.Misty didn’t look up at Jack, she just picked at her food, while at the same time moving her hand closer to his crotch…. she loved the Game she was playing. The conversation at the table was almost nonexistent. When the meal was finished, Sharon said, “We’ve got to go, Jack…” She searched his.