I wanted to masturbate with them, in them,on them, IN A BIG, BAD WAY!!! Today was that day. She always kepther purse in her desk drawer, the second on... on the left side.Sometimes, she would walk around barefoot, just her in her nylons,because she said sometimes her pumps made her feet hurt. She wasn'tused to wearing very high ones, but she still did, just for looks.Well, i wanted to do something to those pumps, to break them in abit! I also wanted to m***** her purse. It was time.Rachel was by. Besides having more hickeys, my ass cheeks and thighs were beet red from all of the spanking I had received.Despite having been well used and abused, I still wanted more; I was still so much horny. After coming out from the bathroom, I thanked those black men for the good time and left Wilson’s apartment. I never knew who had won the soccer match…Once in the street, I knew that I needed to fuck someone else before returning home because I still wanted more black cock…I wanted to feel cheap and. My son introduced them. They were all polite wellmannered young men and two even kissed my hand in a courtly fashion, althoughmy hand and feet were so numb I could barely feel them. I staggered to my feetand looked down at my body. I was covered with hundreds of whip marks and thicklybespattered with dried cum. I tried to walk to the bath room but I was so shakythat I tottered and almost fell. The boys carried me in and closed the door. I took along hot shower and felt much better. I was. He moaned and breathed very deeply. As he did he realized that they were no longer alone. About twenty feet away, a young man of about 25 was sitting on the seawall. How long had he been there? He was built like a runner and wearing only a pair of thin nylon shorts, the kind split up the sides. His running shoes lay beside him, his feet dangled in the bay, and his back was to the road. The runner was watching. Shit! Unlike a driver on the road, he had a view straight up Mark’s legs. Fuck! Mark.