‘You can have sloppy seconds after I’m done fucking his black ass.’ Oh, my God, my Mom is a slut, too. I was getting more than a little nervous ...ere. Whatever happened to they don’t have sex at these dances? Whatever happened to they just go to the dance to dance, drink, talk, and have some laughs while dressing up in costume? I knew it. I knew they were all swingers. I knew they were fucking and sucking men. I just knew it. My aunt was dancing so close to me that I couldn’t fit a playing card. I've got a boat there as well. It'd be nice to get some use out of it." Oh...I can't. I'm married." I said defensively. "So what, you're not allowed to have friends? I like you. I think you're special. We'll have a good time and get to know each other. I promise, it'll be worth it." He didn't give me a chance to respond and said, "Great! It's settled then." He took my phone number down and we made our way upstairs to join everyone else. That night when I got home, I received a text from Robert.. Mark bent her over a loan officer's desk. The loan officer was a balding black guy who just kept right on talking on his phone as Mark hiked up the bank teller's skirt and pulled down her brown pantyhose and black panties. Donna's muff was covered in soft, blonde fur and Mark ran his finger through it then pulled out his cock and thrust into the bank teller. “Oh yes,” she moaned as Mark fucked her. “Mmhh, that felt wonderful.” “Yes, sorry, it's a little noisy in the bank,” the loan officer said. "Her cameraman signaled the shot was a wrap. Jessica turned off the wireless hand mike. She waited for the cameraman to secure his equipment and place it into standby mode. Together, they walked back to the World News Network satellite truck.Gordon Henderson entered the consultation room. There waiting for him was Robert Darcy. Bob served as the president of Lamp Unto My Feet, the nonprofit agency who owned and funded the Madison River Sanatorium. Strain was evident on his face. "Gordon, get me.