I could smell the faint pleasant scent of her perfume as the hair moved up my chest and brushed across my face. As the candle light flicked, I could o...ly get glimpses of her... the jet black hair, the ample breast still firm and fleshy, but just the hair touching. The sensation was exquisite. The cool air, the gentle touch of the hair moving back down my chest and across my abdomen and then brushing across my groin making my manhood spring to immediate attention.As she sees my reaction, she. He picked me up and sat me down on the kitchen counter top. He spread my legs as he lifted my skirt to take a look at my shaven pussy. He then looked up and made eye contact with me as he moved his hand up my thighs and to my pussy. I maintained eye contact with him until he slip two of his fingers into my wet pussy and started fingering me back and forth, stimulating my G spot as he said, " good nice and wet the way I like your pussy." He then stopped and said that he's more than happy with. But the black man was obviously in no mood to stop, and, like an animal, would complete the sex act no matter what the sissy said or did. I wasn’t the only witness to this, a group of 5 or 6 men - mostly black men - had gathered around the open door to watch the show. Most of them watched silently, a couple of them laughed as the white bitch tried to struggle from the stronger man’s grasp. The black man fucked the queer hard once he was in all the way, and the bitch stopped struggling then, but. She stopped far enough away to be businesslike, but with a gleam in her eye and smile on her face. She reached out for my hands and took them in her own and squeezed them, then kissed each one in turn then stepped back. I almost fell into my chair."Luci, you look wonderful. I must be delirious; I thought you were an angel." Oh, you are going to resist."She was grinning, happy and very beautiful. My PC chose that moment to chirp at me."Hot damn!" I slapped the desk causing Luci to jump and.