I thought that was kind of rude but I didn't care. She was one of those ghetto black women who didn't shave her pussy or under her arms which was real...y a turn on for me. We ended up not talking for a while after this because the whole thing was a turn off for me and then she was wanting me to do stuff with her k**s. Oh, and she had some guy she was engaged to in prison that she wouldn't shut up about.A couple weeks later though I start really wanting to fuck her again. So I called her and. He'd been on a tightrope for three weeks. Paula watched their bank balance so carefully that she'd know in a second if he took out a wad of cash, so he had to restrict himself to his normal transactions. That meant squeezing out a few bucks to save the rest.At the same time, his wife was asking questions about his missing watch. He had to make up a story about needing repairs -- warranty repairs, he'd quickly added, lest he have to come up with a fake credit card receipt from the jeweler's. He. I kissed her with gratitude, and got to my feet. Julie took my place and hugged Sheila."Well done, darling, Jon really enjoyed that!"'So did I!"We took a short break.Adrian and I needed a little time to recharge our batteries, and the girls clearly wanted to discuss between themselves exactly what those two positions had felt like for the fuckee.I took my fellow fucker into the kitchen, and we both had a glass of water."Are you still okay, mate? Not sore anywhere? That was an amazing job on. The crowd of women applauded their demonstration of pure femininity loudly; the male would be thrashed publicly by twelve naked women.He shivered with fear and ecstasy as he viewed the women who now lined up, eager to make each of their six strokes tell, and then to have their pussies worshipped. The women were all shapes and ages, but all seemed erotically attractive to him; thin, buxom, fat, each would dominate him and enjoy inflicting pain on the male they had condemned, and would relish.