Another said he had come to the pool every Saturday for the past few years. He rarely ever missed, even coming during the winter. I found myself looki...g for him every Saturday, and I started to volunteer to switch my shifts with the other girls so I could be at the pool every Saturday. I passed up many parties and social events so I could make sure to be there when he was there. Was it intrigue? Was it a crush? Was it an obsession? The weekend before last, there were just a few people at the. I gasp as I feel the warmth of her palm as her hand slips beneath my briefs. She finds what she seeks, fingers softly wrapping around my shaft and stroking. I growl, my erect cock thickening and hardening that bit more under her touch. My lips are on her neck, nibbling and nuzzling, butterfly kisses reigning down on her. Moans spill from her lips as she grips the edge of the desk for support. As I kiss her, she teases her fingers up and down my shaft, each glide against the sensitive ridge of. She didn't know what hit her. I pulled her off of the bed and onto the floor on her knees. I shoved my cock down her throat until she gagged, which almost never happens, I must have been so fucking hard. She looked up at me as if to say, "try again, motherfucker," so I turned around and stuck my ass on her face for her to lick me again. "Take that you filthy little slut," I said. By now her head was spinning, and her ass was ready for a pounding. I pulled her back up to standing, turned her. "JoAnn grabs our leashes and leads both Henrietta and me past the other sluts. As we pass the sluts who just received the results of someone's enema, we both can see that their formerly Caucasian skin is now light brown and yellow. I want to rub it in, but then I could be next for such a direct hit. I finally realize that we are walking the length of the latrine towards another door located at the far end.After exiting the Dirty Cunts waiting area (aka latrine), we are led up a set of stairs.