No sooner had I stepped inside than everyone got their camera phones out and started filming and before you could say 'kimchi bitch,' I was surrounded...and well, I've never received so many compliments in all my days as a perky, pokie, sodden cunted, teen-angel, continuity adult. There were handsies complimenting my breasticules and my teaty nublets and my wiggly, wriggly buttocks, and my splash-hole of sexiness that was squirting its appreciativeness all over the venerating fingers. And my plug. At last they collapsed onto the bed, gasping for breath and spasming as the last of their orgasms drained away. Terri recovered first and rolled over to see me sitting in the easy chair watching over them. She smiled and crawled over to me. She positioned herself in between my legs and looked up. "Poor Jim... you have taken care of us, now it's our turn to take care of you!" she cooed. She took my eager but as of yet unsatisfied cock in her hands and kissed the head, licking it and running her. It was ecstatic. He then held my waist with both hands and pulled me towards him. He gave me a rough kiss by shoving his tongue deep into my mouth, in and out as if fucking it with his cock. He sucked on my tongue and began swallowing my saliva. I did the same. We kissed for almost ten minutes and his cock had again begun to twitch slowly up. He caressed my waist which he loved to hold, my back, my tits through the bra, then my thighs and my legs. He went down on his knees and caressed the. And every ounce was muscle!The two young black men, looked down on the pretty blue-eyed blonde teen, with great satisfaction. They knew from the building manager, that the kid was a racist who had been way too comfortable using the N word, when he first visited the building. To them Jimmy represented the worst in white privilege. And they were very pleased to be the ones who would change that.Each of the Ebony muscle studs preferred a fine black woman, over any other option. But this wasn't.