He was rockhard, listening to her voice, telling him he was a little boytoy, ahairless pussyboy and how she would like him to come and be her littlecu...tslave. That she would control him and spank him when he displeasedher, that they would sleep together naked and he could suck her breast.He told her about feeling guilty and she explained to him that it wasbecause he had not allowed himself to be enslaved by his mistress. Helistened as she told him he felt guilty because he was with people. We have sex at the drop of a hat anyway, but this time was different. We were both pretty drunk from wine and beer. I wanted to be inside of her warm, wet pussy, which I could not get enough of. She spread her legs wide and I went down and sucked her large pussy lips into my mouth. Then I spread both lips wide to expose the pink opening that was tucked neatly inside. My tongue started at the opening of her little brown butthole, then moved upwards to her swollen clitoris. Moving on top of her,. I settled back and leaned over to peek through the hole to my left to see who was entering. A neatly dressed black gentleman pushed open the inner restroom door and turned toward the urinals. He looked to be in his 50s, with slightly graying hair, and was wearing dark green polyester slacks and a brown tweed sport coat with a white, open collared dress shirt. I was now quite curious as to what I might see as this portly black gentleman stepped up to the urinal closest to me. With my eye glued. “That’s how you greet me.”“Come on in. You’re drunk.”“Only a little,” he slurred.“Want some coffee or water?”“Uh. Water. You got some chips?”“Sure,” she rolled her eyes.Al York made it to the couch. Brittney set down the cup and plate on the coffee table.“So what are you doing here,” the hostess inquired.“I didn’t think I should be driving,” he stuffed his mouth.“How did you get here?”“I drove.”Brittney waved her hand dismissively. “Of course you did!”“Hey! Be nice!”“I guess you were too.