Dorthea thought as much, too, which is why she let her guard down for a moment—a moment that cost her. Paul immediately rushed into her soft, creamy...bosom and latched on to her rose-colored nipple, greedily sucking her teat. Dorthea gasped from the sudden attack. I knew from experience how sensitive her nipples could be. Paul hefted her heavy breast with his tiny hands and devoured as much of her tit-flesh as a five-year-old could. He made loud slurping noises as he tried to feed his. I gasped loudly which echoed around the shelter. I felt the hot wetness spread over the mound as he moved his fingers. I began to move my hips again, almost feeling the thick rough sections of each of his fingers. He began to change the rhythm by circling slowly. I began to feel hot. The pleasurable nagging feeling getting worse; and then again as he began to quicken the pace; His fingers now thrusting downward repeatedly, the roughness intensifying the feelings. I wondered how nice it. The party began in the living room where the two of them had drinks, served by me, and made out like a couple of teenagers on the couch. It was hot; I had to give them that. I stood near the couch in my tuxedo and bow tie, maybe five or six feet away; I had a small serving towel hung over my forearm. I had been told by Penelope to just relax and enjoy the show for a while.Bill stopped feeling her up for a moment and reached under her dress and began slowly pulling her panties down; she raised. My pussy burned, aching to be filled. My fingers ran up and down my thighs, fingernails scratching, the wonderful sensations rippling through my flesh.A man appeared. His flesh crimson. I gasped, blinking my lush eyelashes in shock, fearing another man to see my naked body. I was a married woman. Only my husband should see me. Only Chaun and—The man was Chaun. I somehow didn't notice. But between blinks of my eye, he became clear. His pure-black skin, far darker than Yasmine's ebony flesh,.