Mera pura 7” ka hai tumhara hai itna bada. Sushila boli nahi itna bada inka thodi hai chhota hai.Isi tarah chuhal baazi se hum hot hone lag gaye. Ma...ne kaha aaj to adla badli ho jaaye dekhe kisko kiske saath majaa aata hai. Lagta hai Narendra ko meri baat jam gayi aur hum dono khade ho gaye mai sarita ke paas baith gaya aur Narendra Sushila ke paas chala gaya.Sarita lambi bhare hue sharir kit hi. Weight 66 Kg stats 38-36-42. Maine uski peeth par hath rakha aur apni taraf khicha voh mere seene. " Mistress?" she asked almost desperately. Knowing the welts onecan get from a shot like that, I can only imagine how nervousshe was. I had a pair of scissors in my hand and I started tocut off her clothing. She was naked and bound now. I walked backand pulled out the paint ball gun, and took careful aim andstopped, she was trembling."You know slave, did you know that the other senses can beintensified if you stop one."I took a bull's-eye and a piece of string with masking tape andhung it from. You trimmed it nicely but if it is shaved it won’t show in a bikini and the guys will enjoy eating it more.”I smiled. “Maybe I will try that.” We both went quiet tanning.About an hour later I sat up. “Wait security cameras?” I asked covering up. “Are we being recorded?”“Oh shit, I’m sorry. Let’s go in and delete the feed,” Mrs. Fredrick said taking me by the hand to their bedroom.I hadn’t noticed the big screen TV in their bedroom the last time I was there. We both sat on the edge of the bed. Each time my cock jumped in joy. I was drenched in sweat, my asshole painfully tingling with sexual excitement, my loins being pound to meat by this older black man. I was a black man's butt bitch. My lifelong desire fulfilled.The booze had taken effect and his many days at sea without relief was evident. We fucked for a good 20 minutes nonstop. Then his booze glass was empty. We got up and went in to the kitchen. I sat down in the chair while he stood across from me and made another drink. His.