I realize it takes a lot of trust on your part also to set up a date with me and your wife April, without ever having met me face to face. I guess wha... they say about staying at the Hilton is true, or else you would never have brought your wife to me that night. Though you can imagine her surprise when April joined me for dinner in their plush dinning room when the maitre-d guided her to the table of the only black man there.I must say in all fairness though, that the surroundings paled by. ..is wet for you Master," I moaned, very nearly cumming on the spot. "Yes I see that. Your pussy must be hungry... hungry for a thick, hard cock, don't you think?" He said. I could see the wicked grin on His face. "Ohh, Master!" I moaned louder. "Yes, yes it wants Your cock, Master. This pussy wants Your cock so much!" "Ok, My sweet little slut, start sliding your fingers everywhere but on your clit. I want you to show Me every part of that hot wet pussy, Don't touch your clit - we'll save that. “I think now I would like you to fuck me Yes?” she asked with Teutonic frankness.“Yes. I will fuck you my dear Gabi.”She rolled onto her back, spread her thighs wide and grabbed hold of her ankles.Her pussy was very fat and pouty. The Mon was a soft cushion covered with graying blonde hair. The pink labia were swollen and moist. Through the parted labia the clit stood out proud and erect. I placed the tip of my cock at the labial opening and watched as I slowly inserted my stiff penis into her. I love to dance, there's something so sensual about bodies moving in close proximity to the beats of the music. I made sure I was the centre of attention as I moved my body, letting my skirt whirl around my legs, revealing my stocking tops with the more energetic moves.I freely let different men come and dance close, enjoying feeling the heat of their tight bodies grind against me, letting their hands rub against my bum, sometimes pushing back against them to let them know I was there to be.