I can’t remember the last time his eyes were so full of fire and lust. Seeing him like this is starting to turn me on. Spreading my thighs I sit up ...traddling him. His hands caress my ribs as I remove my shirt, then my bra, leaning down to kiss him again. It’s not long before we are moaning and kissing deeper, enjoying the rough texture of his hands on my smooth skin. Quickly he flips me onto my back. Now he’s straddling me, taking both wrists in one of his hands, he pins them over my head.. "Give us a show of the frillies." He snapped.There were a dozen outfits in the basket, one by one I put them on and strutted around the room in front of them, their comments and jeers making me blush as they stared at my body. Mike leant over and whispered something to Matt, he got up and left the room while Mike turned his attention back to me. As I modelled the last outfit Matt returned, in his hands he was carrying my overnight bag, there was a wicked smile on his face, and I realised that. I went to rinse off in the shower and re-joined them. It was a weird feeling for walking nude into a room with three black men, considering earlier that day I had hated them beyond reproach. Now I wanted nothing more but their big thick cocks in me. As I looked at myself in the full length mirror on the wardrobe door I saw that my tits were red and the nipples extended stiffly, my pussy looked puffy and sore. I was aroused just at that sight, even after what I had just experienced!Now I was. That was too depressing of a thought to contemplate very deeply but she could hardly help herself. She had no experience with music contracts and would be going up against seasoned music industry lawyers defending the very livelihood of their clients. And if that wasn't bad enough, the judge who would be ruling in the matter was at best a crony of the lead counsel for the other side, at worst, owned lock, stock, and barrel by the other side.The more she allowed this to command her attention,.