"Fair? You're telling me about fair? Ha! There was no 'we' drawing lots. The producers told us they did. And we all believe them, don't we? Because th... producers would never lie."No, not them. Not the same producers who fixed every contest so Pretty Boy would win. Not the producers who edit all the shows to make the audience hate the people they want them to hate."And since when are you such a stickler for the rules, Pretty Boy? You weren't so ethical when you told me you'd give me a free pass. “Whatchu do last night, Michie,” asked the thirty-one year-old dread head.“Not shit, mane! Baby mama trippin’.”“Hell yeah! Mine too! She need to quit holdin’ out. Or she gon’ see why niggas cheat,” offered the six-foot-one, 200-pound dude.“Hell yeah! I need some ass. I’m horny as fuck,” admitted the 29 year-old with the low cut fade.Just then, they spotted Zion walk outside and down the driveway. He was carrying a bag of trash that he tossed into the city provided bin on the curb.“Sup, li’l. The man saw this and told Suzee to get down on the ground and position herself so that she, Suzee, was in position to catch the spillover in her mouth. The rational part of Suzee’s mind said that what she was doing was gross, but the sexual part of her mind was the part that was in control, and pleasing people her Master wanted her to please is what counted to Suzee. When it was all over, the man had fucked his wife’s mouth hard enough and long enough that she had thrown up a bit, and some of. He continued pounding back and forth in my pussy until he had shot all of his cum into me.After he finished cumming he pulled his cock out of my pussy and we both laid down on the bed again to catch our breath. It was then only 10h30 and I suggested that we go make ourselves something to eat. Nick agreed and I quickly first went to the bathroom to clean up some of his cum before putting on my summer gown and going downstairs. We made toasted sandwiches and had a drink each as we relaxed and.