A few days later, I got a call asking if I was coming over as usual. Nothing else was said, so I swallowed hard and said yes, as though nothing had ha...pened.The day soon came around and I turned up at Aunties house. I was wearing normal trousers this time, so that it wouldn't show so much if I got aroused looking at her legs.Auntie looked immaculate as ever, she had seamed barely black stockings on and a dress that buttoned all down the front. Her patent black high heels clacked against the. I got eight inch in my mouth and throat and then gag fucked my throat hard. He smiled and called me his pussy-slave and slapped the top of my head three times and said that I was going to be one of his prized white sluts. He then told me to get on the bed and pull my cheeks a part and beg you black master for an ass fucking. I did as I was told and he slid his BBC in my ass, it had been years and his cock was the biggest I ever had in my ass but I pushed back as hard as I could as it slid in. I kissed her and unbuttoned her jeans and put my hand into her panty which she resisted a lot. After some struggle and convincing I will not enter her she gave access to touch it. I put my hand in the pussy and a finger into and she was already very wet. I started to move my finger in circular motion which she could not control the pleasure and started to make noises . I slowly removed her pant and kissed her pussy while the panty was still on. She just held my head and pulled toward herI. She wears a loose purple university sweater and very sexy skin-tight pants - and there: her jeans are ripped open and her right knee is bleeding! I say: »Hey, hey, can you hear me!«, but the girl just stirs annoyed, grunts and relaxes again. I fetch some warm water and a clean clothe, but I'm not so sure about how to attack the task at hand. I try to push the leg of her pants gently up over the wounded knee, but it is far too tight. So I pull her jogging shoes off and massage her little feet.