Two hour ago I took a pill, chew it in fact. Though I had troubles removing the cap of the bottle.” “It’s not an easy life.” “Uh-huh.” H...r eyes gradually darkened, then moistened. “No more tears! It is stupid to cry. Everything will be fine, and very soon too,” she said and burst into tears. I shifted nervously in my chair. “You sniffed. You need a gulp of beer I presume. Here. Drink!” She smiled through tears and drank. But her chin was still trembling pitifully. “It could have. ” She panted. She glanced at the clock. 2:17. She had five minutes…maybe ten! “I only have a few minutes!” she begged. He continued to run his dick up and down the entrance to her treasure. “You must want it really bad then.” He said. He had wicked thoughts running through his head. “Yes.” She pleaded. “Please! Put it in!” The head of his penis rubbed her clit, and bolts of pleasure shot up her body. “Ohhh…” she breathed, closing her eyes. “One condition.” He said. She opened her eyes, horny. Her cuck of a husband Rick was plastered in his usual spot, in the recliner in the corner, cock out through the opening of his pajamas slowly jacking his little five inch pencil of a rod as he gazed at mine. Lynn has a deep seeded fantasy I guess about being forcibly screwed by a big black man. She normally lays there with her legs clamped tight asking me what do I want as she gazes back and forth from my eyes to my dick. "No, please" she begs softly. "Just leave, I won't tell a soul." The. I showed up at the appointed time and was greeted by an older white man and a younger black man about 25 years old. They told me to undress and get on the table and I did have told. Both of these guys removed their clothes and started my massage. I was face down with my arms hanging off the side of the table. They went to work on me with one on each side of the table. It was pretty normal until the black guy started to massage my ass and gently touched my hole. He spent some time there and.