Robby produced a bottle of Gran Marnier liqueur and they sipped, each looking at the other expectantly. Finally Robby suggested they’d get a better ...iew of the city from the balcony.It was narrow so he moved behind her to look over her shoulder. His arms went around her easily and he moved up close, feeling the curve of her ass on his thighs. His third leg began growing in appreciation. She noticed and wiggled her butt a tiny but perceptible amount.Robbie’s hands moved up her front to cup her. Sucking slowly, making his cock wet. I stuffed more of him into mouth until his balls were on my chin. Mr. Devon picked up his pace, fucking me harder. I moaned, my mouth still full with cock. I turned my attention to Mr. Patterson's balls, taking them into my mouth and sucking him. Mr. Devon squeezed my hips as he kept pounding me. I took Mr. Patterson into my mouth once more and kept sucking him hard. Each time going down, I made sure he was deep in my throat. He wound his hands into my hair. I doubted they'd care. I wondered what my husband would say if he saw me like this. This whole thing was so totally perverted, so disgusting and filthy. I was trussed up like a pig, and lewdly prepared for the black men's sexual amusement. I came to hate every single one of those niggers.�"My attempts to please both of them resulted in just more physical abuse. There was no winning and it might just drive me mad.This was it; the moment they'd really ruin me. These monsters were about to dirty. "Yes?" he said as he opened the door."Good morning. I'm constable Higgins, we're out looking for a woman, in her late 30's, dark haired, this is her husband, Henry Whitford. Please, can we come in?" he asked.With an irritating look on his face, Soames reluctantly let them in."Follow me."And he led them down the east hall to the kitchen."Please, sit down. Would you like tome tea? I've just made a pot. Was about to have my breakfast," and he poured them each a cup and one for himself. "Toast?" he.