As I joined her on the bed she smiled.“John,” she said. “What a good looking man you are. Are you going to take my pants off?”I pulled them do...n gently and carefully, still on my best behavior with this matronly African woman. She was beautifully black, her skin rich and glossy, with little dots of pubic hair.She was short and full-bodied, with an ample, rounded bottom and big, shapely breasts. I felt like feasting on her.I kissed her mouth and her hand descended to hold my cock. I sucked her. “I want to give you lots of babies,” Zuri said one evening, “It’s a great big world. I want to fill it with our children.”It was possible. Zuri’s ovaries cradled thousands of perfect ova, just as our mother’s did. That store of life was only drawn from when she wanted to conceive; in principle, she could have hundreds of children. Mother thought that most homo liberas women probably stopped at four or five, spaced over a very long lifetime.But our greatest discovery was one that we made between. Donna was moaning now as she slid her underwear down exposing her bald pussy. Juices were already dripping from the engorged lips of her pussy before she dipped a finger inside. Gary didn’t even notice when I replenished his drink. I could hear the wet squish as Donna jammed another finger into her cunt. Her other hand pinched and twisted her hardened nipples and occasionally gave her quivering tits a hard slap making them jiggle even more. The bulge in Gary’s pants held the attention of. He took the silken blindfold in his hand, feeling the smooth fabric. After a short moment, he decided to let it hang on the iron stand. Most probably Xavier intended to take the man not only the power to move his limbs, but also his ability to see what was happening to him.Next came a collection of objects that could be mistaken as jewelry, if they hadn’t been so heavy. The crop whip didn’t look too menacing, but a short tentative slap over his open palm convinced Cory it would hurt to be hit.