” “I love you.” The sounds echoed between them.They lay together for a while, their naked bodies pressed together and even stuck together with t...eir various emissions and leakages. The two looked around the room. Half the room were in the midst of fucking; the other half had finished and were also acting as voyeurs.Ricardo was on his back on one of the plush rugs in the suite. Ginger was riding him at an aggressive pace, her red pubic hair smashing down into his black matt of hair as his cock. With her breasts dry, it was time now to concentrate on the rest of her. I had learnt the day before; the thought of me ejaculating in her, was enough to take her with me. At first, I thought she was feigning, but as it turned out, she was for real. It didn't matter what position we were in, as soon as she thought I was about to blow, she was off. Something the deviate in me put to good use from time to time, always leaving her exhausted.Our second afternoon was ending, time to dress. It was. I smoothed my PJ trousers down along my legs. Oh god, I was getting more nervous by the minute. Now I just wanted to get started – the suspense was killing me. Finally I heard Dave’s footsteps coming up the stairs. He stopped to use the bathroom and brush his teeth – arrggghh… didn’t he know I was in here waiting on tenterhooks? Why was he mucking around worrying about his teeth, of all things! “Stand up,” Dave’s loud voice startled me. I jumped up from the edge of the bed as though I’d been. Six two, 185 pounds, and clothes that were cool, top of the line, complete with dinner jacket. Offering his arm, he led me to the elevator. Speaking softly and close to me, like he had known me for years, this black man conveyed that he knew what he was about.His digs covered the third and fourth floors. Leather, and plush carpet.I was surprised to find three other very attractive, and well dressed, women mingling with ten men, all dressed in the fashion of Vermon. "Hmmm," I did not think three.