Especially the black gals I seem to meet. They hate us black men with a fiery passion. What gives? I wasn’t in the best of moods when Marybeth came ...alling. Nevertheless, I put on a smile and asked her how she was doing. Marybeth stood there, and we talked for a moment. She told me that she’d recently switched her major from nursing to social work. When I asked her what brought this change about, she had the most amazing story to share with me. She told me how at the place where she worked, she. I hadn’t had anything in my bum hole before and this felt fantastic. I didn’t last long with both of them working on my crutch and a stream of cum shot from my dick onto Jill’s face and chest as my arse-hole gripped Sara’s finger which was wedged inside it and I could feel the constricting spasms of my bum hole around it as I came.We spent the next few hours sunbathing and talking about each others lives and what our interests were. It turned out that Sarah’s husband was a merchant sailor and. "What else did they warn you about, I wonder? Your directness is refreshing, but you're not fooling me." She smiled her wry smile. "I'm pressing you too for an excuse for an early night. So far, you're out of luck and stuck with me. Anytime you feel the need, feel free to tell me you want to end it early. I'm enjoying you so far, even letting you look up my dress isn't bothering me!" Hmm . . . you are an interesting bird. Okay. I'll stick it out a few minutes longer. Have you ever had such an. I think some punishment is in order, don't you agree, Faith?" "Y.. yes Master" She managed to squeak out. He let go of her nipple and went to the closet. He took out a big paper bag and brought it closer to the bed but made sure she was unable to see inside. Then he took something out of the bag and, climbing on to the bed, sat straddling her, sitting on top of her stomach. Looking into her eyes, he opened his hand and let her see the two nipple clamps he'd taken from the bag. Her eyes grew.