You withdraw and I notice your friend has undressed and is playing with himself as he watches. His cock is almost as big as yours, I see, as you begin...to beat your hard meat across my face. I try to lick your penis as it slams into my face, time and again you whip me with your ebony shaft, laughing and calling me your white bitch. You turn round and order: “Now rim my black arsehole, you slut.” I obey unquestioningly, and begin licking your dark butt. I’m coating your arse in saliva as I lick. "The blues can be worth 10 each then. 20 for your underwear, and 20 each for my bra and panties."I protested. "Hey, wait a second, you've got more chips than me! That's not fair." Well, it's not my fault you don't have an undershirt on. Besides, I know you want to see me take my shirt off, and you said that 10 is a fair price for that. Isn't seeing me take my bra off twice as valuable as seeing me take my shirt off?" More like 5 times." I grumbled."Ok, my bra's worth 50 then." Samantha smiled. "Oh darn, I'm going to be a minute late." I say to myself with a devilish smile. I walked in the door with 201 in gold letters on it."You're late..." Bill said with clenched teeth. And I thought to myself, "Wow, nice emotion. He should be on TV." He nods his head in the direction of "his" office. I walk in with him right behind and I ask, "Where's the video? I have your money." He walk motions for me to sit down and he himself sat behind the desk. I take out an envelope that actually had. I mean, if I just saw you somewhere and didn't know you were not a real girl, I would definitely be thinking about ways to get into your pants. I mean, I DO know, and you're still having an effect on me." "What kind of effect?" "You know, a sexual one!" By this time, we had sat down on the sofa and had each poured ourselves a glass of wine. I couldn't help noticed how natural Sam sat in the skirt, and crossed his (her!) legs. Those legs that, for the life of me, I could not stop myself from.