She kept sliding up and down, obviously loving just that small amount of stimulation. Her middle finger suddenly darted into her vagina, sinking effor...lessly into the hot wetness. She moaned, still applying pressure and friction to her mound. Soon she withdrew the finger and concentrated solely on her clit. Her free hand reached up to rub her breast, squeezing it and pawing at it just as I desired to do. This was torture, watching her arouse me beyond my limits.I reached down and took hold of. I am sick of being single, alone, breaking vibrators and just feeling fucking sexually frustrated all the time. Just because I am a black woman of the voluptuous persuasion, does it mean I am to stay alone and sexually frustrated in this land of the very thin, very beautiful and with very long, blond hair!? I just need to get laid! Now! With someone who acts like I am the shit! So feeling charged with boldness, I stand up and go inside the café to use the facilities and wash my cum-soaked. I think Leon got the picture-book version. They all got the picture-book version.Ah, fuck it. Why was I complaining? I was getting paid.It did grate on me. I won’t deny it. The whole thing just kept reminding me of how low I had gone in life. Poor Leon grated on me because I detested a lack of intelligence. I never in my life want to become like him and, somehow, holding the lights for his base efforts made me feel…made me feel stupid.But I couldn’t say anything. I brought it on myself. Rod got. I soaped myself and Alex did the same. My dick was still hard and I knew that I had to relieve myself as it felt like my balls were going to explode. I soaped my dick and nuts and began to rub my shaft. Alex was watching and started to do the same. He then said that perhaps he should wash my back and got some soap and a sponge and began to soap my back. My hard on was throbbing and I could feel Alex's dick nudging my back and bottom as he scrubbed my back. I reached behind me and wrapped my.