.. she was now thinking of Quentin as that!) would arrange for it to happen.Sometimes she and Melissa were attached for twenty-four hours at a time as...‘domestic slaves’ to the two blacks.Then, apart from being used as sex objects, they would have to wait on the two of them hand and foot... bathing them, clearing up after them, feeding them and so on.Julia could never quite accustom herself to the degradation of her role. The white woman serving black males... and perhaps her resentment showed. In many ways, Jeff had plucked that fruit - he had been her first lover and had even kept his head when she panicked at the sight of blood running down her inner thigh. He could be gentle, even tender but he could also be wild whenever she felt like a good pounding fuck. Oh yes, she had no illusions - often times, she and Jeff made love but a lot of other times, they were fucking pure and simple. But sometimes - sometimes shewondered if she could handle only one lover for life. She was hot -. He had done as I asked and slowly inched his way deep up inside me. “God this feel good, I have never had a cock as big as yours up me like this before.” “I am glad you like it, Jan does and I haven’t really had a complaint.” “Now, while I am getting used to the sensation of your wonderful big cock filling me in a way I haven’t been filled before, just let it rest in me for a minute, then we can fuck like they did in Pompeii.” After I had adjusted my position and we were both. A guy placed an open bottle of poppers under my noise saying "Here you go baby take a deep hit" and I did as I was told a guy pulled the top of my dress to the side to get access to my right breast and squeezed his head between me and the mantle to start sucking on my breast and I was totally lost in lust, moaning uncontrollably as my dress was lifted up and my panties pulled down to my ankles. The guys where getting even more aggressive now roughly grabbing at my crotch looking to see if I had.