The sheer size of his cock, his rough pounding and the excitement of doing something so dirty pushed me onward. I started to cum; it was going to be a...big one. “Oh God yes, fuck me with that big black cock. I’m cumming. Oh God. Make me cum. Fuck me. Fuck me harder.” The sensations flooded over me and he kept on banging me. I came again about a minute after the first one. I was dripping wet; juice was running down my thighs. I wanted everyone nearby to know what was going on. The booth was. "Your a kinky fucker aren't you" . I tell you "you have no idea" I continued to caress your thighs drawing closer to your throbbing pussy. My cock catches your attention pressed against your arm. "Oh look at this" you say. I bring one hand from your thigh to take hold of my cock and slowly stroke it in front of your face. You now look up at me circling your tongue around your lips. I ask "are you willing to be a naughty girl for me" You reply "anything anything you want I am yours" . I tell you. The only thing that always intrigued me was his passion for books, after all three months working there and lunching there, after everybody had eaten, and he was always reading, with his feet crossed on the glass porch. But something had changed, as he called me to his office. It was right before afternoon, when my shift was already over and I was getting prepared to assume my second job, as a waitress at the local cafe. I entered the room quietly, feeling that incredibly cold air conditioning,. When he stopped by my side he took my left hand and lifted it; taking a few steps towards the lounge. I rose from my seat in response to his actions. Tom stood as I took a few steps.My heart followed them, but my mind was crying out that this would change everything. Logic dictated that life in this household had already changed. For the better or worse, I did not know.They sat me down in the middle of the sofa and James and Tom sat either side of me. My heart was beating like a drum. I half.