I told him I would leave my car there, and go with him in his truck. He told me where he lived, which was a street over from my sister's house, so I k...ew he lived in a real nice neighborhood. He told me that he was the only black guy who lived in that neighborhood. We drove to his house and he gave me a tour of the place. He lived in a huge 3 bedroom house, and had a guest house in the back yard. He took me out into his garage and showed me all his work out equipment. He told me that he played. .....................................................................................................At five sharp the bells rang and the girls of all houses were awake and grumpy . The “floating” canes were busy urging slowpokes into action and finally all the girls were seated ,doing their morning shit! No girl was naughty or swore because they now knew the consequence of doing so . They all plopped nicely and in good time and stepped into the showers for their minus freezing morning. She tried to get up but she couldn’t because of the slippery floor.All of them rushed to help her get up, many of them took it as an advantage and started touching her shoulder and arms and even her waist. Some went as far as touching her thighs. She just dodged a bullet there, she could sense the horniness among them.She went in, took her clothes off, brushed and started showering. But the catch was that all the doors had tiny slivers of a gap and holes in them. But nobody bothered to fix them. Emily grabbed Diane’s wrists, pinning them to her chest before unhooking her legs from Diane’s head. “I mean … fuck toy,” she clarified, positioning herself before starting to thrust. Diane gagged each time, unable to move to stop her. Emily sucked in her breaths, thriving on finally being able to face-fuck the shit out of Diane. She knew that this was what Diane was planning to do to her until she was drenched in cum. And the fact that the tables had turned, and she knew Diane was anything but.