What does he want? Our conversation swings from his business to me undressing, taking orders from him, to me offering my own knowledge of the psycholo...y of people. It's an interesting scene where we both know a sexual event will occur for the trading of money yet we're talking about business like two casual friends, or perhaps two lovers who enjoy each other in mutual respect. I kneel before him, thankful that he's considerate of my well being to have me put a pillow beneath my knees. His. So he sold you on to me. He might come around for a suck now and then; but I am your owner. You are my good cow. So, moo for me. Go on – moo for me.”Lotte blushed and felt immobilised by shame; but she saw the look of anger on the Nigerian’s fleshy, hard-eyed face, she did her best to produce some moo-ing sounds, to please him. Indeed, he was pleased. He smiled at her, nodding in an avuncular manner. “Good girl. I know when you are trying. When you are trying your best. And I like. She lay on the floor, and I on the bed. I turned over to face her, the room completely dark except for the light from the TV and I whisper to her that she is more beautiful than the blonde and that her boobs looked just fine from here (not wanting to sound too forward). She got sort of quiet and then said "no, you're lying". At this point, I knew she just wanted me to keep saying it to make her feel better, so I did, but I starred at her with such intensity while saying it, that I finally slid. My own cock could feel the veins along his shaft, feel the heat as he soon picked up pace and rhythm. My fingers tweaked at Alexis’s nipples, but our two cocks inside this woman’s hot wet cunt captivated all my attention. The sensation was stupendous. The grasp of her cunt on my cock, the movement of Frank inside her and therefore over me, the wantonness of our threesome, all became mind blowing. I looked over Alexis’s shoulder at Frank. The look on his face showed the pleasure he was.