I asked her if everything else was running ok and she said that it was so I suggested that she gets on her hands and knees and get under the desk so s...e could familiarise herself with all the connections so if anything stopped working she would know what to check, “Great idea” she said as she got on her knees and crawled under the desk while I sat on her chair behind her to admire the view.It was a great view as her skirt rode up exposing her creamy white arse cheeks with her panties up the. This was much different than what he had done. This was much slower and much more commanding than his touch, yet it was so much gentler.Barb took far less time to get me running at full steam. She seemed to know every move I had learned to enjoy, maximizing the pleasure of what they were getting me ready to be.As if to prove their point, I felt two sets of lips encase my nipples. Now, as Barb's fingers danced over and around my clit, tongues played over the hardness of my nipples. I thrashed. I knew I liked boys probably before I even had sex with girls, but that's a post for another day. What I knew I really wanted, at least since my teen years, was to be with a black man. I write this as a white male, one who grew up in a large city, befriended and knew quite a few black men in my youth, and the attraction was always there. I just could never get myself to act on it when I was younger, mostly out of fear of my upbringing, coming from a religious nutjob family. How crazy? I. Helping her. She felt such a sense of accomplishment as she heard him groan in pleasure...she loved making him feel this way. She knew she didn't have much time before he took over completely. She focused on softening her mouth, using her tongue to create as much sensation as possible without getting in the way of his thrusts. She worked to relax, to open, waiting so eagerly."Fuck...you're such a good little cocksucker, aren't you?" he growled as he reached down to caress her cheek, his other.