Jess reached behind to pull her ass cheeks apart. I aimed the tube at her hole but then paused.“Master Brent,” I said, holding the tube like a pet...snake, “would you like to shove this nozzle into Slave Jess’ ass?”Jess’ head jerked around and frowned at me. Brent, having no experience with this sort of thing, could likely make this very uncomfortable for her. I was quite aware of that myself and was smiling broadly at finally being able to get some small revenge.Brent, himself, was startled at. He found a profile that was surely too good to be true. There was an incredible black woman that suggested very subtly that she was capable of fucking any man she wanted senseless and leave him begging for more. He decided the best route to take with her would be to send her a polite but discrete message saying, Hi, I saw your profile and I thought it was quite interesting, I see that we are in the same town and I was wondering if youd like to chat. There was no response for at least a minute. Now his hands move down her sides and back, squeezing her, working out the tension that is in her muscles until his hands are on her waist. With his hands on her hips he grinds against her. Pushing hard at the clothes between them she tries to get him inside of her through the cloth. Slowly his hands begin to move again, under her shirt, her soft skin caressed by his rough. Kneading her flesh, she feels his hands make their way around to her stomach, sliding ever upward until they find her. He indicated, with a twirl of his index, for me to spin around. I do not know what come over me, maybe it was the mini bar taking its toll, but I was overcome with lust, I wanted to please this big strong man and I wanted him to want me as much as I wanted him. I turned my ass towards him and arched my back a little, aiming it at him.He let out a long whistle, "Nice!" he said, "You look really hot."I crawled onto the bed on all fours and bent over for him so he could appreciate what he was.