Becky’s hand slid down from my chest and found the bulge of my cock, squeezing and stroking it through the khaki as I moaned, trying to fight the ur...e to ejaculate from the probing. ‘Ummmm…. this doesn’t feel like a little cock to me Dave’ Becky whispered huskily into my ear as she squeezed tightly. ‘Feels really nice…ummm… feels like a real thick one.’ To do a backtrack at this point, during one of our lunch-time conversations in the beginning Becky had spoken about some of the guys we had. He was grunting and thrusting and I could feel his bell end hammering away at my womb entrance. 'Fuck Lady, this negro boy wants his prize, relax Doll', he ordered.With a bit of rocking me about on the tip of his now very hard shaft he had the target of his attention. Like a homing missile the stick bell end had found my 2nd entrance. I felt a stab of pain, so I held his big black head and strong neck. His hands wiggled me about. I reached to grip his vein bulged shaft as it got ready to drill. ”“At once, Voice of Truth Amarissa.”A very select group was waiting in one of the rest rooms, some powerful, some insignificant (in terms of power) but all were close friends of Amantil. All were waiting patiently for the new arrival, including Herrick, as Amantil wanted no one there, other than Cass.“Pacing won’t make her come any quicker,” I chuckled as Herrick seemed unable to sit still.“I know, but it keeps me occupied.”“Looking forward to being a Dad?”“A Dad?”“Well, that little girl may. Although she resisted, they were insistent. She had done so much for them and they merely wanted to repay her. After running out of excuses she agreed, arguing to herself that she’d be having a full dinner so it wouldn’t have much impact on her. Altogether they spent almost two hours at the restaurant. During the meal she was aware that on a number of occasions one or the other rubbed their legs against hers. After the first few times she stopped resisting. The bottle of wine probably had.