He eyed me up, appraisingly.'That's better. I want to see those tits bounce when I spank you.'I whimpered in response.He moved to the side and peeled ...own my pencil skirt.'No underwear either,' he tsked. 'I only invited you over for supper, baby. Did you think this was going to go somewhere?' He moved in close. 'Were you hoping it was going to go somewhere? Were you driving over imagining all sorts of filthy things? Maybe you were late on purpose...''I tried!' I protested. 'I really did try to. Her legs were nicely parted and the sight of her thin panties wedged into her protruding lips was not helping my morning wood as I lay naked beside my sleeping guest.I needed coffee and I needed painkillers so as I struggled to get off the bed Natasha stirred and her legs widened and as much as I wanted to take advantage and give her a pleasurable wakeup call I really did need some coffee.Temptation did get the better of me though and as I stood at the end of the bed I couldn’t resist bending. It was actually really hot. I led Ricky to the top of the aisle and he passed me to turn and stand against the back wall and drop his pants past his knees.I noticed the two gay guys were watching us as they continued to jack each other off. Turned on by that, I squatted into position. I lifted Ricky's cock up and went down on him like a pro. I sucked him, easy down, hard up and twisted every few times to then pause and work my tongue left-right across his shaft. "Ohhhh...fuuuuck you are really. I was talking to my boyfriend about it and he said it was a gloryhole room, where women go into a room and guys stick their cocks through holes in the wall and the woman can do whatever she wants to him. He said I wasn't allowed to go in there, because he didn't want me playing with other cocks. So I put it out of my mind. When I was in the adult store one day I saw these hot young black men eyeing me up. Those of you who have read my other stories know I have a weakness for black men. So I.