She was wearing her version of the LBD—Little Black Dress. It was cut directly from the choker collar down beneath her armpits, leaving her shoulder... bare. Her long, dark brown hair fell straight to the middle of her back and her brown eyes were lined darkly. She had impossibly long eyelashes. The dress was skintight down to the middle of her thighs and then flared out in a ruffled edge. In a way that only Amy could pull off, the finishing touch was black patent leather army boots. She paraded. But she stood up, placed her spectacles on the shelf where Khadija kept her sexual aids, and quite nervously walked over to her teacher. Khadija took Azalea’s hand with a reassuring squeeze and addressed the class. “As usual, I will not speak to or lecture you during the demonstration. But afterwards I will ask you questions about it. There are two things that I want you to concentrate on. One is: what am I doing right? And the other will be: what is Azalea doing wrong? And I expect you to pay. And fuck, her breasts are biggest, heaviest, and nicest that I’ve ever sucked or fucked.I stayed outside the window for three more hours, watching and jacking off as the men, including Dad, took turns fucking Mom. They each fucked her three times, with Dad cleaning them up after each fuck, and even sucking their asses when they pushed him down there or under them. The men alternated between sucking Mom’s breasts and having her and Dad suck their cocks and balls while they were resting between. Whisked to the dance floor by one of the three black men who would be her lovers tonight.And pretty much, those were the last words Claire and I would exchange that evening. The rest of the night passed in a whirl of activity. I went through the whole range of feelings it’s possible to experience as I watched events unfold, lucky to have Hannah at my side to help me cope.We stayed at the club for another hour or so, as Jason and his two buddies took it in turn to dance with Claire. ‘Dance’.