A quick stop along the way to tease the belly button and then I was face to face with it. The great mystery. The source of all humanity. The Vagina. P...ssy. Cunt. Kitty. Mound of Venus. Ok, I was running out of words, but none of them were enough anyway. I could see her lips throbbing and moving slightly, probably much like my balls did when I got excited or warm. I gently moved her thighs apart and she eagerly moved with my hands, peering down at me from further up the bed.I had heard stories. One of the black men had already shoved his lengthy black cock into one of the women's yearning mouths. It was a Hispanic woman who had been chosen and was sucking him furiously. The women sitting next to her looked so envious.Then a moan was heard from a brunette woman. One of the black men had bent her over and started fucking her pussy from behind.On top of the bed, the beefy black man had really started slamming into sister Ashley, as she screamed out in orgasm.Constanza and Jane both. The company had a five-bedroom house in the center of town that was available on schedule. It could be used for actual “appointments” or to be between assignments. Since we were out of town, it sometimes made sense to stay there rather than take the train back and forth. There was a small deduction if the client didn’t use the room as well.Marne’s first client happened on a Friday evening. We were visiting in the living room of the “guest house”, as it was referred to, when this older man,. “You’re damp.” No surprise there. She undid her trousers and they slid down her legs. “Christ but I’ve been wanting this.”“With anyone?”“With the right anyone. Get on the bed.” I did and she did too, lying beside me, facing me, both of us lying on one side as our mouth met and she guided my hand to her cunt, lifting her knee to make herself available. We kissed and I stroked her for a while, then I guided my finger into her and felt her little gasp of pleasure as I did so.“Will Mags mind?”“No..