The truck got on the road. The conductor did not seem surprised and seemed that he knew exactly whats going to happen. Driver and conduct were wearing...shalwar kameez.The driver held my hand and let it to the groin and placed it on the already rock hard cock. Over the clothes, I could feel it a very thick member at least 7 inches in length. I held it and starting fondling it. Seeing this the conductor held my left hand and let it to his cock. He was a bit thinner but the length was same as the. I walked in and found her immediately, it helped that she was the only black woman in the coffee shop. She had a better body than I expected, with a curvy shape and big tits for a small frame. I thought it would be awkward, but the conversation flowed freely and after a few minutes she said that she wanted to go through with it but wanted to lay out some ground rules about her fantasy. She said that she wanted the experience to be as close to real rape as possible, even though she knew it. " Shhh baby. This is what I need now," I assured her. "I love you so."It was true. I needed to taste her, as she was then, nothing to mask her natural scents and flavors. It was a sacrament I needed to perform. I craved intimacy and oneness with her. We had not been intimate for weeks and in that time a growing and nagging sense of unfullfilment had come over me. I needed to know she was my own and that I was hers. We needed to share something even more personal than we had already. Her pussy. ” Her mom said“Does daddy know about your black boyfriends?” Robin said as her confidence grew“Ok you caught me….I’m a black cock loving slut….”her mom said“Mom what about daddy?” Robbin asked“Baby, your daddy does not know and besides he has his own interests with women closer to your own age.” Her mom said“Really?” Robin said with her mouth open“Yes baby! He has been fucking his girlfriend for several years. I really do not mind since that I have discovered just how much I love fucking black.