But then the door opened again; so another man came in.I heard this second guy entering the same next stall where the first guy was. I heard them talk...ng quietly and the unmistakable sound of zippers going down.Looking down, I could see one of them had gone down to his knees, while a deep voice commanded:“Suck my cock; you, filthy bitch…”That voice could only belong to a nigger; a very big one…I listened quietly, as the first guy slurped around a black cock; he gagged on it several times, while. She raised both her hands to stop him but they seemed to be pushing against wood. She whimpered as her tender glands were crushed beyond anything her boyfriend had ever done to her, her tit literally appearing like a sponge under his cruel attention.His other hand pulled her close, forcing her lips to make contact with the abominable creature as her breasts seemed like they were being pressed under a millstone. Alex enjoyed the tears on the bitch, wondering if she'd ever cried any as he'd been. .on her. Dammit. Why did I ever get into this?? But I trudged along, picking out the finest, a few bra and panty sets that I thought would look quite smart on her, and appeal to my husband as well. A cami, a bustier, plenty of stockings, a garter set...I spent all the money I had earned from my business start-up. On her. On her. My mind raced, thinking of her wearing each and every item, worn to entice my husband, to turn him on. Perhaps she will wear some of them for a Valentine's Day date. .." I tried to contemplate the answer that would be the right one. She was my student and she was asking...Oh no, don't you dare. You're almost ten years older than this girl. If the school ever...I'm HORNY. The thought ripped across my mind as I ran my gaze over Trish again. Those lovely breasts, that lovely ass. She was so sweet, so ripe. I wanted her."I would be honored, if you would accompany me to my domicile." I intoned the words formally, and was tempted to bow at the end of it. It had.