You want a cup of coffee or something?”“I’ve had enough coffee, how about or something.”“Oh, right to the point. Let me go slip into somethi...g comfortable and then we see about slipping you someone comfortable.”I found her TV remote and turned it on to some morning news. I wanted to know what today’s weather was. The weatherman said the same thing he had been saying for a week, hot, sunny and no rain. As I turned the TV off Mercedes came back into the living room.“Ta Da. You like?”“Wow,” was. He held it up so she could see it. "If I do anything you don't want me to, say red." He waited for her nod. "Yellow means slow down." He took the belt and looped one end around her wrist, then the other. "Just make sure these are slip knots." Her voice seemed softer, the tone less commanding despite the content. "You never know when we might have to get back to work." Her leg ran against his, her inability to wait for him clear when she wrapped both legs around his waist and tried to pull him. It’s ok. ”Soon after, Marty pulled down the zipper of his jeans and let it fall to his ankles. He then slowly pulled down his underwear to just about knee-high, revealing his virile cock. Laila was surprised to find out that her son’s cock was just like his Grandpa’s.Laila thought to herself, Why God? Why must only my husband be blessed less?Marty began to pump his penis without any shame or hesitation. It may not be wrong to assume that he took comfort in the fact that he was not the only one. It didn't take long for me to start to shake and convulse into another orgasm. "That's a good little whore. You love this big, white cock fucking your slutty cunt. You're a filthy little black slut aren't you?"I loved how he was talking to me, using me, abusing me. Jim changed positions, squatting on top of me so I could suck his balls and lick his hairy asshole. I was enjoying shoving my tongue in his ass as he pinched and squeezed my nipples. I felt Mick tense up. He was on the verge of.