The two other guys were laying back and rubbing their bulges through their gear. One had a black and red FT Grunt Jock, and he was clearly gushing pre...cum, the voyeur had on a Nasty Pig brief, and the twink had on a smoky clear latex G-string. The Grunt brief guy was telling him to stop whyning, shut-up, and be quiet. Nate got more into the domination scene, his sub-stood there wanting to play, but not allowed.The Nasty Pig guy motioned me to the side. He said his name was Jesse, his partner. "Go and stand in the corner with your hands on your head," shecommanded. It took a minute for her words to register. "Do we have to startagain?" her voiced was edged with anger. I quickly moved into thecorner and put my hands on my head. "Stay there and don't move," was the last statement I heard fromher for a few minutes. I realized she had left the room. I stood in the corner in silence for a few minutes. My ass hurt. Iwondered if she had hurt her hand. I could not believe she couldhit that. Jay's dark face shone with sweat, determination and dominance. My face reflected a defeated submission and acceptance of my role as the white pussyboy to be used for the satisfaction of his sexual desires. I was a male. I had fucked women. But I had been put on my hands and knees and was being roughly fucked up the ass by this dominant young black stud. The sight I saw in the mirror was almost obscene. I was mounted by this black stud, full of his cock, but I could see my own cock, rock hard,. They stayed like that, her arms around Bree’s neck, her mouth beside her ear, occasionally kissing it and sighing with pleasure until the awkwardness set in. She looked uncomfortable. Bree deliberately slid her moist pussy down the length of that long thigh and then turned and reached into the front seat to grab her panties and jeans. She heard a sharp intake of breath and Bree realized the position she was in and giggled. “Get used to seeing it.” Bree meant one thing; the blonde thought she.