Nadine smiled; this was obviously what she wanted to happen. I lay back, watching the cum flow and I felt sick to think I couldn’t feel any relief. ...he clenched around my scrotum, milking every drop out of me.“How was that, baby?” She asked, not needing an answer. I cried openly now, tears clouding my vision. “Awful, mistress” I replied. “Good.” She lowered over me with a vial of my own cum, held my nose until I opened my mouth and emptied it into my gullet. I choked slightly... it was more. I would bring them up to my nose and take a deep sniff whilst licking at the sweaty crotch. The strong pungent aroma and sliminess used to make my heart race and my cock very hard I would take my penis out and start to wank myself off. If I was really lucky there would be a pubic hair or two stuck to her panties and I would make sure I got it in my mouth. This was exactly what I was doing one Saturday when all of a sudden I got a blow to the side of my head and my Cousin Lin calling me a. These had scraps of fat and meat loosely attached. Rats swarmed the pile.'Eww!'She made her way back to the fan room. There was a heavy smell of urine. Above the crack in the wall was a ladder. It was wet.'That's odd ... it wasn't there a minute ago.' Wendy thought, 'do I or don't I? I'm not liking this passage one little bit.'She crawled out the passage to the cavern. With her orange paint she posted a big NO above the passage. The WAY OUT was a trifle tighter than it had been going in.The sun. My eyes nearly popped out of my head when I saw the photos of black men with massive pricks strewn all over the white tablecloth, making their darkness stand out even more, much to my joy. I eagerly picked each one up and displayed them for him asking if they were real, he laughing as he assured me that they were and what did I think of the sight. I was laughing as well by then and told him I would love to see one of those giants in the flesh, admitting that they were making my insides tingle.