So, lucky bastard Eddie was black…Ana was winking at the camera. My cock got hard as I saw my wife was going to spend two weeks sunning in Florida a...d fucking a black bull…I arrived to the hotel and checked in. Once inside the room, I called Anita.She giggled, asking if I had received her last message; I told her she was such a bad girl. We had a little talk and after hanging, I went outside to have a quick dinner. Once back in the hotel, I received another Ana’s message.This time I saw her. Sara's tongue flicked over and over, like a springboard as it tickled and glided across the soft and very sensitive area just below the rounded mushroom shaped edge of his cock.Sara then opened her ruby red lips wide, and gulped the long length of his shaft deep inside. Tightening her lips around the base of his cock, she could feel all seven to eight inches deep inside of her mouth; touching her throat.Her head began to bob up and down, slurping and sucking the length of his shaft. His cock. "Be My guest Sir," Master Paul said. Master Thomas nodded graciously and then turned to me. "On your knees," He commanded. I knelt down in front of this Master, proceeded to unzip his pants, and fished around for His cock. This I expected. I've been a submissive for long enough to know that a sub that can't give a decent blowjob is just about as worthless as a wooden nickel. I have gone down on several men during my time with Master Paul, and a few before Him as well, and never had one yet. She turned to Sandy. “I like your earrings. They go well with your clothes. Where did you get those?”“Oh, I don’t know. I’ve had this stuff forever.” Sandy looked at the girl trying to stop the conversation. She did not like it when people talked in the elevator. She could not escape the conversation if she wanted. The girl just smiled back.“I’m here on an internship,” the girl said. “My name’s Vanessa.”“Sandy.”The elevator stopped. “Well, this is my floor. It was nice meeting you Sandy. Maybe.