“My god you fucking cunt, fuck me, fuck me, fuck me." Then, almost a manic death scream as she spasmed and threw herself back on to her heels. Jules...lost her grip on the bottle as this rictus took effect but I could see the bottle still firmly and deeply buried in the bejewelled cunt of my mystery guest.“Push it in me, push it, I want it all,” the mystery voice screamed. “I can fucking well take it all. Fuck me Jules, fill my cunt pleeeeeese." She repositioned herself on all fours and Jules. . I didn't know you were shaved!" I exclaimed when I saw her bald pussy."Yes, it makes the bikini pictures easier to shoot... and the guys seem to like it this way," she said."Well, this guy sure does!" I said. "Now why don't you hold that bald pussy open and let me see the goodies!"Charlene reached down between her legs with both hands, using her thumbs to hold her pussy open. I traced around the rim of her opening with my finger much like she teased me earlier.But the difference was that. But I was still too naïve to understand how unusual it was for a black prostitute to be treated with anything but disdain from a white man south of the Mason-Dixon Line at the time. She was already giving me another treat, sucking my cum-covered, wilting cock (I had never realized just how sensitive to sucking lips a freshly ejaculated cock-head could be). There was a louder banging on the door, “TIME RUBY!”Pulling her mouth off my cock she quickly stood and reached for her robe, “We gots to go. “Hello, Mr. Butler, I’m Toby” Toby said reaching out his hand. Mr. Butler took it.“Hello.” He said looking past him. “I was expecting another person too”“Ah yes. My colleague Rachel is unfortunately unwell and so will not be making it today” Toby said.A look of disappointment shot across Mr. Butler’s face, the look disappeared almost instantly but it was obvious why. This was not a good start. “That’s a pity.” Mr. Butler said “Oh well we must continue. Let me introduce you to my son, Howard” he.