“So, you would like me to call you slut when you are about to come?” he clarified.She stammered, “I’m… yeah, sure, that works.”“Good, I ...ill call you slut, as you requested. I think the name suits you. If this evening goes as well as I hope, would you like a collar?” he inquired.More wetness. “Yes, please,” she found herself saying.“Beg me for it,” he said abrasively.“Please, I want you to give me a collar,” she found herself genuinely begging.“Perfect,” he said. “I will get you a collar that. Chad gasped and groaned like he was dying. I let him pop out of my mouth and asked him if he wanted to come again. ‘Hell Yeah’ he said. It all happened quickly from there. I took his cock into my mouth and started sucking and swirling around the head. The part I couldn’t get in my mouth, I stroked with one hand while I fondled his balls with the other. ‘Bobbi. You are so hot and I’m so horny, I think I’m going to come again.’ ‘Oh Chad, I want you to come again’ I said, and as I sucked him. Wally's co-pilot was not a player.When I brought up the subject of going out with a black guy, but was skittish of the idea because of catching something, Wally immediately had an idea. All three of the black guys working for Higgins were college educated, married men, who had complete FAA physicals every six months. Of course, they did not drink or use drugs, since they were on call, just like Wally was.The captain was a tall, easy going, soft spoken, southern black by the name of Allen. She said he was a rather nice looking black man but she just wasn’t comfortable with it but I did talk her into blowing us. When Jason came out he had three other guys with him, they all worked there and were also black men. They all had a joint in there hand and handed us each one. We fired tem up and made some small talk, I was getting pretty stoned and I could only imagine how Lynn was feeling, I started to whisper in to her ear and before I could even finish she was shaking her head no, I.