The reaction was immediate and profound. He jumped as if he had been hit with a cattle prod. Luckily I had a firm grip on the base of this beautiful t...ing. “Oh god, oh god, oh god!” He moaned. “That’s, that’s, oh god!” He didn’t seem to know what to do with his hands. He would wave them in the air, drop them to my head, slide his fingers into my hair, then wave them in the air some more. I continued sliding his cock in and out of my mouth, pausing every few strokes to lick around the head. My. I was still touching my tender gaping ass-hole; as I made my way to the toilet for a poop; it felt really good. Returning to my clothes I put on a grey loose-fit top with my now tattered short-shorts from the bag; before relaxing in the kitchen with a coffee. Tex called round a few hours later; that was when I told him “I will give the brothel work a go”. He looked at me with dead eyes at first then began to smile; “I will introduce you to the owner tonight after tea time”. Then he hugged me. I opened my eyes to see a BBC forcing its way into my mouth, my son and husband were already sucking away on what looked like much bigger and blacker cocks than mine. After our mouths had been fucked and used as a cum dump for these magnificent black studs, we were dragged naked down into the back garden to hold the ladders, fittings and anything else the Black men ordered us to hold, during this time I was fucked at least 5 times by the different black men in and around our house, their cocks. Then she went back to the bedroom and put on a pair of panties. It might be embarrassing to climax in a restaurant, she thought, but it would be worse if one of the eggs fell out and hit the floor.They left the apartment and as they were walking down the stairs John turned on the device. Becky squealed but before she could say anything John shut it off. "Just making sure it works out here."Becky pursed her lips as if she was admonishing him again. However, her heart was beating rapidly at the.