I thought the black man would turn away and walk back to the car. After all, he was getting wet standing there out with me. But no, he stood looking d...wn at me; in fact he looked straight at my cunt as the hot pee still flowed from me…Looking up at him, I lost my balance and fell backwards. As my ass hit the wet ground, I felt the final drops rushed away from me. The black man helped me to stand and then he guided me over to the car and opened the back door. I sat inside, my teeth chattering.. “Does that feel good, Evan, you like stroking your little cock?” The words “little cock” turned him on; it was embarrassing and oh so arousing. “Oh, yes, Mistress, yes, it feels so good.” He’d never uttered the words mistress before in his life but it felt so natural rolling off his tongue. He was stroking himself to beat the band, pounding away, feeling her soft breasts pressed against his shoulder, smelling her sweet perfume, feeling the heat on his ass from his spanking. Even the word. You know he'd love it."He was right. Troy would love it. Though it seemed Oscar was softening in his resolve to have her put the gooey green thing in her mouth he said, "Well, ok, then just sort of rub in on your face." That she could do and placed the still warm vibrator to her left cheek."Good, great, now sort of smear it all over your face." She could feel the goo on the vibrator wetly coating her face as she pulled the thing across her skin and could smell the musky odor of her sex. "Great! Thank you. Tuesday next week, 9.30 here in the canteen?"He went on to make the same offer to the Loughborough students, who also agreed.The ten of us had a quick discussion once he had gone as to how we were going to divide up the bedrooms. By popular consent (their proposal), the girls were elected to make the decisions, while we blokes went back for another couple of hours work. As we left the canteen, I noticed Julie collecting a milk crate from Mavis; it was piled high with a couple.