So I waited to see if it went, but it stayed. My heart was beating very fast now as I undid the door & let my second man in.He made me feel so dirty a... he eyed all the spunk that covered my body. He smiled and said nothing as he unzipped his trousers, closed the door and beckoned me to the floor.I began to go to work again on my second rod in a row. He was smaller than the first, but I was n heaven as I stroked and rubbed at his cock. I couldnt wait to mix my sticky mess up. God I felt. But, that was never proven.The Demo Bar was delivering extreme services, during a time of repression. They hired the best looking, trim, athletic, girls...usually white. And they hired the most massively hung blacks that they could find. The concept was simple. Just let the black guys fuck the living HELL out of the white girls. Anything that could be done with a large hard black stick was not only fair game, it was desired.Members paid an annual dues of one hundred dollars, and a singular. I’ll sit over you facing your feet and I’ll lean right back and my Ian can slide his wonderful pecker right up on top of yours Jack”.It was up to me to provide the motion and rhythm which I did, slowly. It was new for Ian to be this intimate with another cock but it didn’t faze him whatsoever. In fact both boys obviously enjoyed it because it wasn’t long before I felt the familiar stiffening of their cocks and asked if they were going to cum. Both replied yes and they were close to making it. To the right, a large-scale, Risk-Twister fusion game with a country-coordinated, international lubrication station and juice bar. Flanking the wall of windows, positioned in each front corner of the room, there were massive floor to ceiling river rock wood burning fireplaces. The room was their sexual sanctuary. They apologized for nothing and hid it from no one.LICK my BALLS you ASS SLUT, Holly…Debbie activated The Clapper to turn on the multimedia system. The ultra-high definition screen.