The crowd of a few moments ago had thinned. The old lady with the fruit, the one with the washing, the old man with the stick, all gone without seeing...her. Something was amiss. She was startled when a tall African with a distinctive bobble hat stepped through the door."Good afternoon Mrs Gentry."Rebecca was surprised. Few Africans used her title, because few of them knew it. Her visitor sat down uninvited in the chair opposite her desk. Three more men appeared at the door."My friends and I need. ....any questions?”She just continued stripping as he started removing his clothes. She was panting hard and only said “Alright.”She got naked, he told her to spread out on the bed and she did. He told her to spread her legs wide, she did. He got naked and walked to the bed, straddled her face and told her to suck his cock, she did. He told her to lick his cock, shaft, balls and she did.I was then naked and I got between her legs and began to eat that wet sopping pussy and she was hunching my. You twist my head so that you can see your cock make my cheeks bulge…and I smile at you…my eyes telling you that I want to take it a little harder. With your hands either side of my head, you quicken the pace, faster and faster your cock powers into me…my eyes beginning to watering now, tears streaming down my face as you assault my mouth. My eyes blackened as my mascara runs down my face.You push hard and all I can feel is your cock at the back of my throat…I choke and hold you there for as. ”I held still, and she straightened my tie. Then, she brushed a little dander from the shoulder of my jacket.“You look nice in a tuxedo.”“Thank you.”“Well you do. We should dress you up more often.”“You’ll get at least one other chance after this.”“Mmmmmm! I can hardly wait for that, but I think we ought to find other excuses.”I shook my head with a goofy grin plastered all over it.“You ever think that we’d reach this point,” I asked.“Right from the very start.” The organist switched to the.