He owned me and I wanted him to use me. I squeezed his cock through his trousers, then unzipped him and slipped my hand inside. He was not wearing und...r pants. I felt his cock stiffen quickly, but he pushed my hand away.“Later, my little white slut, later…” He said, kissing me.Then he addressed to Victor, who was sitting in the sofa.“Hey, man… tomorrow we are having a party here. So, you get the beers and some food. You can watch my friends fuck your wife…”My loving husband nodded in. Then one needs to be able to have the towel drop without any obvious external assistance. This can be achieved by having the towel wrapped somewhat loosely to begin with, and then breathing in, such that the circumference of the waist is no longer sufficient to keep the towel in place. It is preferable to hold something of value in one's hands, so it can be acknowledged that they are thereby ineligible to recover the towel before it drops to the ground.So I practiced my craft. The towel dropped. "The few men in the room stopped their conversations and turned to look at me, wondering if I was talking to them."I'm in college now," I continued. "I'm studying to be an engineer. No, I don't want to drive a train. I want to build bridges and roads. But driving a train might be cool."I paused for a moment."I didn't join the Army," I added. "I thought about. I thought about it real hard. I just couldn't do it. We still fly the flag in front of the house every day. But I guess I'm just not as. Come for me.”“Oh my Gods.” Xavier lets his head fall back down to the blankets, moans silenced in his throat by the shock of one particular thrust. It's deep, like it's pressing into his stomach, and immediately followed by more of the same. He makes a very undignified squeak. It causes Stanley to go even faster.“Please, Stanley, I'm so- I'm so...” “Yeah. Yeah, let me hear it.”They were both talking gibberish, and they knew it. Xavier's only got worse as he came. Babbling complete nonsense,.