She was still filming our love making. Then she spoke, “Bill, now you must do what we agreed. I agreed to allow you to do this and further agreed to...film it for you. But remember you agreed to do what I wanted to see.” Bill said, “Yes, honey, I remember.” Bill kissed me again. When we broke our kiss he smiled at me and said, “I now want to go down on your love hole and clean up the mess I have made. Then I want to suck you off until you come in my mouth.” Bill slide down and raised my legs up.. He smiled and got up and left.This is how my day went as the hours went by. Whether it was one black man, or up to four or five I was fucked and filled in all of my holes nonstop. The weird thing was, the more cock I received the more cock I was craving. It’s a weird feeling to be used sexually by lots of different black men. None of them were too rough, and except for the big fat guy they all tasted and smelled very good. Sometime during the day, room service brought a tray of fruit and. His eyes might have been roving all over my body, but his hands? His hands were not. Quite simply he was holding mine as his thumbs gently caressed the backs of my hands in his grip. I found his touch reassuring. He glanced up and looked into my eyes again, drawing my hands up, he placed them behind his neck as he stepped in closer and wrapped his arms low about my waist once again. The sudden feeling of his hot, naked skin against mine made me gasp and my eyes closed in ecstasy as my breasts. The sun was going down and we were walking between the big thick trees when John said he needed a wee so we stopped and he took his large cock out and started weeing and i just stood and watched him hold his massive cock while urinating and at this point my heart was beating fast and he was just finishing and just before he was a bout to shake it dry i grabbed his cock and wanked it back and forth to get the last drops out.At this point John immediately sighed and and put his hands behind his.