Catla looked at my dick and seemed almost in shock from the size. That didn't help me keep it under control and she was fascinated again as she watche... it grow hard.I was perfectly capable of washing myself, but Catla was not to be denied. She helped with every part as I had with her turn and by the time she was done my dick was surely cleaner than it had ever been in either incarnation.She hadn't bothered to wrap the towel around her after she was dry and so she was wonderfully naked and on. Myla looked over at me and motioned for me to come over. As I sat down next to her she reached over and softly caressed my cheek. "Your quite a good white whore aren't you?" she asked me. "I try to do my best" I replied, not sure what she had in mind. Myla then got up and before I could do anything, slapped my face very hard, sending me off to my left a bit. When I came back she grabbed my hair, "Now you fuckin' white whore" she started, "Let's see how fuckin' good you are" and with that. I would enter through the vestibule and climb to the top floor restaurant where a small corner table was reserved for me. There I would sit quietly for two hours drinking two pots of Lady Grey tea, each cup sweetened with half a tablespoonful of sugar crystals, eating smoked cod and cucumber sandwiches and reading my copy of The Times. I was a creature of habit. I remember that it had been more of a trudge that particular Saturday, due to the driving sleet and the strange electrical charge in. This seemed to be the main attraction for Ely and Eric as they were watching each move stroking their complete erections. She started to kiss me on the neck, under arms, breasts, worked her way down to my stomach, down each leg, sucking my toes and them back up to my vulva. As soon as she touched my clit with her tongue I reached a climax, I couldnt have held it back if my life depended on it. This didnt satisfy her as she ran her tongue up and down each pussy lip, dipping into my vagina and.