When we meet in the middle we'll switch, okay?" For sure!" Bernie said brightly and hefted my swollen sac to her mouth. Merry dipped a finger into the...oozing moisture seeping from my one-eyed monster and spread it around the crown.After a couple of dozen little sucks on my rampant prick, Merry raised her head... a thick dribble of spit hung from her lip to the tip of my cock.She wiped the spit away with the back of hand - as if a thirst had just been satisfied. And as she came off my bulging. But seeing her cry I went to her and consoled her.I knew she will cry after getting drunk. That’s the reason I brought it. If a person cries out they will be relaxed and forget the issue soon. So she rested her head on my lap and started talking about her issue. I asked her questions like why is she taking that so much in mind? Was she in love with him?And those entire questions had a single-word answer from her ‘NO.’ I further asked her what they did on the date which they went to know each. It may have been my imagination, but I thought I could smell something wafting under the sheets; could it be that she was aroused? Maybe it was her hand, having been in bed for almost forty eight hours without washing, she may have touched her pudenda. Maybe it had leaked onto the sheet. Maybe it was just in my head."Good," she replied to my answer. Her hand left my head and she moved near me to kiss me on the corner my mouth this time, lingering for just a moment before backing off and rolling. “You’re just like all the other white whores, Ms Gaines sends me,” she said. “Easy to beat up cunts who never had to work in their lives.”“You see, cunt,” she said. “I train all the cunts that she sends, and we make a lot of money off your worthless asses.”She smiled at the fear and surprise on Diane’s face. “Yes, you are all screened so no one will miss ya and then we train you to worship black women and men.” She laughed and gripped Diane’s head shoved it between her thighs again. “Start.