As Ichecked my makeup in my mirror one last time. I heard the doorbell ring."James! Emily's here!" My mom shouted up. "Okay! Be down in a sec" Ireplie..., the butterflies in my stomach turning. I waited a few minutestaking deep breaths before I headed down, grabbing a white short sleevedcardigan and a white purse as I left my room.Emily was shitting on the couch in the living room chatting with myparents as I entered the room. "Oh James, you look wonderful" my fathergushed. "Yeah you look great". High fences surrounded the grounds, with razor sharp barbwire sitting on the top. The sign said “International Services, Inc., Private Property, No Admittance Allowed.” A guard shack and a German shepherd dog sent out the message that no visitors were allowed.The truck backed up to a loading dock, the cargo to be unloaded hidden from view. The doors being opened startled Sara and Becky. They could not see out the back but they knew their trip was ended. The pain began again as they were hauled. We were both tall, slim and blond, and much sought after by those who liked submissive cock-suckers in their early twenties. We also shared a craving for coal-black cock, which our mentor Bryan, who was white and a professional photographer, helped to satisfy.Bryan loved to photograph burly black men fucking young, white wimps - he owned a photographic studio in Putney, which specialized in challenging the morality of the day - the early 1970s.Bryan would organize weekend get-togethers at. Every part of my body tingled, I had to taste him. I reached for his face and kissed him deeply. Moving my hands to his jeans I had an insatiable need to hold his cock. I found my way easily enough unzipping them more so that his hardness practical fell out into my hands. With a wiggle, the inside of my thighs pressed firmly against him as I managed to slide his jeans down off his hips. With my feet I tugged the jeans all the way to his feet. Amused he stared at me. ‘I know’ I giggled ‘such.