On her back, from behind, on her side, they made her straddle them and ride them and she totally submitted to all their demands. She wanked and sucked...them, but they all came inside her love hole. She was full of man juice, dripping and leaking it. The host would not permit her to wipe it up, the jizz would just have to leak out naturally or stay in her. The host’s wife took a turn with her kissing and fingering her and making my wife reciprocate. Watching my wife make our hostess come was a. I'll do anything and I mean anything whatever it takes to show you I mean it, please Shells please' I pleaded with her now and meant it all.She was the most amazing woman I'd ever met or would ever meet. I could not lose her, nothing else mattered to me more than keeping a glimmer of hope that there could be away back. She whispered something conspiratorialy with Kenny and after some nodding and agreement they began to free me from my trap.I sat up rather awkwardly my cock softening againI. . is that so hard...??? so much to ask...???" and here calm and almost quiet begins to rise... soft tones replaced by deeper meaning... menace growing... a return to what was before and now... words clipped... the spaces between them more blinks than breaths and with my mouth still scant centimetres from her ear the torrent resumes... "this was supposed to be fun... this was supposed to be a good time... not just for you... a good time for us both... three fucking hours i spent on the motorway. It had glorious surrounds, heralding from the plantation days. The inside was palatial to say the least. A hundred guests fitted easily within the ballroom, with a dozen or more servants to ensure we wanted for nothing. I wore a dinner jacket and bow tie as did many of the other guests.I realised I was one of only three black guests, and that all the servants were black. This didn’t worry me unduly, as the circles I was moving in tended to be this way. At the time I felt things would change.