“Hmmm, what a beautiful black cock. You wanna cum on my face or have me swallow your fuck juice?” She looked up at him and smiled, as she held h...s cock and swirled the purple head over her mouth and cheeks, her hand looking very small as it was wrapped around his cock.“Ahh, fuck, you are a great cocksucker, bitch!” He announced as he shoved his cock back between her lips and down her throat. “Suck my cock, you white cunt! Lick that black meat!”I sat leisurely stroking my short cock. Thinking I was going to fall over I instinctively stuck out my hands to steady myself. I grabbed hold of the arms of the chair just as Omagelia pressed another four or five inches up my bung. His huge massively thick shaft spread my bung hole so wide I could not help but to scream out in pain. I heard a commotion out side the door and words spoke in Omagelia native tongue, Omagelia answered and the door slowly opened to admit two burly huge black guards.They looked at me as I looked at them. She had listened to several sessions very closely, and her source had always said 'at the holidays' not 'on' – and why talk about the holidays now? The only thing she could think of was that they were staying at Holiday Inns, but that was a guess. Less clear was why Peter called them Mets, perhaps they were disguised as baseball players, somehow. Significantly, her 'new source' was going to try and kill the terrorists. Check that: there was no 'try' ... he was going to kill them.Perhaps she. She pulled her hand away, it was wet. She told herself she mustn't, he would be here any minute now. She dragged her eyes away from her pert breasts, she could see her nipples through the material. She walked over to the bed and waited.She considered walking out, nobody makes her wait ten minutes, no one! But the pay was too good. There was nothing to do in that room all there was, was a bed, covered in a red satin throw and now, the sweet smell of her perfume. She wondered who would walk.