"I just realized something," I said later as she lay naked, legs spread, and cunt ouzing globs of cum down the crack of her ass. She didn't respond. "...omorrow's Saturday and we have a bunch of well-hung Black men arriving for a barbecue. We don't have a barbecue. We threw it out when we moved here."I put "Buy Barbecue" on my Saturday morning to-do list.I knew full well what was going to happen the next evening. I'd seen Susan fucked by other men many, many times and she regularly met her. Tracy’s cum scented mouth was shared by all three, and the men sitting close by were going crazy. The group relaxed, enjoying their wine and the sensual dancing of the other women. Dan alternated fondling a bare breast of Holly and Tracy.“I couldn’t help but noticed the celebrating taking place at this table.”The four looked up to see a man stop at their table, looking down at the revealing cleavage. The girls looked at his handsome face, and trim stature, then at the obvious bulge in his. ”“Because?”My voice trembled, “Because I need it. Because I want it.”“And...?I closed my eyes, “Because I'm a good girl.”Silence. He just looked at me. I could hear him breathing. ...please don't hang up...“Be a good girl and do what you are told.”My hands shook as I dropped the phone into my purse. I brought out the pen and with both hands I placed it into my mouth. Over my tongue, pushing back, pressure in the corners of my small mouth, jaws clenching at the pen, lips meeting each. Penn enjoyed her company. It was almost as if she were in the room with them, almost as if he were in her mind. He soaked up impressions, impressions which had been hidden from those around her. He felt Jane's insecurity, her questioning of new emotions arising within herself, the changes in her maturing body, and her sweet anticipation for her nightly experiments. She appeared to have great personal reserve from the outside, but the Jane underneath was in a constant state of hunger. She was.