She was sucking a giant black monster cock of a perfect stranger black man…After a while, I could not resist anymore and cleared my voice:“Hi, hon...y…are you enjoying yourself…?”Then Ana looked up at me and said the black man was Tony. They had met in the pub and had shared his taxi to our home…It seemed the lucky bastard was sharing a lot more than the taxi!!Tony kept his eyes closed as my wife sucked on him.He did not even looked at me or say a simple “Hello”Ana had taken her dress off and she. I wasn’t sure what I was feeling at that split second as I launched myself into being a cocksucker. I wasn’t at all sure what doing this would mean to my reputation with my peers if they ever found out, or even to myself, admitting that I was indeed now a cocksucker. That used to be such an insult!It’s amazing how fast one can think when it’s needed. All these thoughts raced through my mind. Was I being impolite if I didn’t return the favor. Impolite? At a time like this? I couldn’t believe. “Yes, that’s me.” “I’m Tig, I’ll be doing you’re tattoo.” “Okay,” I don’t know what else to say. “Come on, this way,” He says, as he is looking at me a bit funny. I wonder if he knows. I don’t question it and follow him into the back room. It’s clean, really clean. It has a few tattoo chairs, a table, and bunch of mirrors. The walls are plastered with pictures of tattoos, I’m guessing of past costumers. There is music playing down low, rock n roll. I take a deep breath and look up at him. . I couldn't see anything, but I certainly felt it. Her tongue roamed around inside my pussy and slid all over the walls ever so slowly. She knew it would please me to no end, and with him continually pushing her onto me, it just made it even better."Shit, I've never been eaten out so well before, Kindra. Are you a bisexual?"She nodded, but didn't stop for a second. I even felt her bring her fingers up to those lips again. She rubbed them just outside of her lips going up and down casually. I.