His eyes quickly took in the three other African guests. He quickly dismissed them as the typical smart suited executive sycophants that accompanied m...st successful African businessmen."Mr Togbi, my boss Igwe Orizu asked me to bring Tammy to join you at dinner. He made no mention of your guests?"Nasam ignored David, and advanced around the table. His hands outstretched reaching for Tammy's hand."Are there to be some other women? I had not expected your guests... Igwe made no mention of Tammy. I guess,I could think of worst ways to go.As Beth continued expertly working my cock, I couldfeel my dick getting harder in her mouth. She stoppedfor a second and asked me if she could have anotherload as part of her last one got splashed on her tits?I laughed and told her, “Beth, you’ll find out that itis really hard for me to get off and I would love tocum in your mouth. It doesn’t mean that I don’t likeit, just that it’s hard for me.”Beth replied, “I. Not all that big with tables and chairs scattered around the middle of the room. The bar with stools on one side and a row of booths along the back wall. Juke box. Pool table that looked like it had seen its best days somewhere about 1950. Dim lights but still bright enough to see everything clearly. Besides me and the bartender there were about ten or twelve men scattered around the room in small groups. They looked to range in age from late teens to early sixties. All black. All looking at. She'd chosen her clothes very carefully. At first glance it looked like an outfit she always wore a blouse and shorts for working around the house on a hot night.But she wasn't wearing a bra under the blouse and her huge tits were nearly bursting through. It had a deep cleavage and even she was aroused by the sight of her own spongy, jiggling cleavage when she glance at herself in the mirrorShe wore no sandals and the denim cut-offs were cut very high up the cheeks of her ass. They were tight,.