Somehow he had slipped off his stool and moved behind me without my noticing. ‘Uh…’ I managed to get out. His smile was nice, but with a hint of...patronization and manipulation I didn’t like. I also didn’t like the way his hand took possession of my shoulder, the way he eased me around on my stool to face him, away from my new friend. I felt, rather than saw Richard stiffen on his stool. ‘I would,’ I admitted, ‘if I wasn’t talking to my friend here.’ ‘Did your friend ask you to dance?’ ‘Well,. So I grabbed his cock at the base and I squeezed it like a tube of toothpaste and just as I tasted those last few drops on my tongue, I came. I swear, it was one of the best orgasms I’d ever had. Oh, no!”At first I stared at her, trying to figure out what she was exclaiming about, before I traced her eyes down to my crotch. Apparently I had been so distracted by her story and the strange feelings it was causing that I hadn’t noticed I’d just shot my own load all over myself (what a waste of an. Sharon got the desired effect she was lookingfor. The slave threw up causing all of Sharon's piss and shit and whatever else was in the slaves stomachto fill up in the clear plastic hose and bowl. All the girls watched as the slave struggled to swallow thefoul waste all over again. He was breathing hard now and the dirt floor rose up and down above the slaveschest ever so slightly."That is fucking sick. Oh well my turn now." Cindy said.Sharon and Cindy traded places and Cindy sat down. I heard kissing and muffled voices. I guessed he wanted to see her naked before the dinner party. He came down and told me that she wanted to see me so I went to the bathroom. “I need you to prepare me for my black lover my cuck,” Sara said, “I want you to bathe me and trim my pubic hairs and get me ready for him.” I obliged and bathed her, I dried her off and we went into our bedroom. She had already got her sexy new black lingerie and skin tight short black dress ready. “Dress me my cuck,”.