No way would I have said something like this to somebody old enough to be my parents when I was that age. But she seemed to think nothing of it except...for a little stammering there near the end. I grinned. "Yes, I know. That can be arranged, you know. Now tell me what day you will be my slave this weekend, my cute little fuck toy."I think the realization of what just happened was starting to sink in and she stared at me as I said that."Uh… Let me call Katy, my friend. I'll use her as an excuse.. The Wonderland Hotel appeared to have been built in the sixties part of the renaissance of Harlem campaign. It was modern, but all flash no substance. As the area improved, the bars came off the two lower floor windows. The Wonderland was ten floors and had maybe a fifty foot frontage. Not a big hotel more a boutique hotel, a super bed and breakfast kind of place. There were alleys all the way around it.Cars were valet parked, if anyone was stupid enough to drive into the city. Looked as if we. My man is like a child in a chocolate shop as he feasts on Mike’s erection, licking and kissing it as he pushes it back against his torso.“Tell us again how big you are Mike,” I tease agitated and very turned on watching two hung, naked men turning each other on. My man is licking, then sucking his balls before Mike mutters, “Ten and a half inches,” as I lick and suck his nipples.The only contact the men have is Mike’s erection between my man’s pursed lips. “Any special requirements or. He pulled his long,still-hard dick out of me, and I turned over onto my back,and spread my legs. I motioned for the white guy to comeover to me, and started jacking him off over my 'prettytitties'. Watching all the sex play had brought him veryclose to the edge, and I could tell by the tiny twitched inhis cock that it wouldn't be long before he came."Reach out and take this dick, my Sissy. I want YOU tofinish him off onto my titties!"My feminized husband wrapped his hand around the.