Gimme your fucking cock daddy."I carry her into the downstairs bedroom. I throw her on the bed and rip her shirt off. Then my own. I with my large ha...d, I grab her right tit. She has small perky red nipples. I give one of her nipples a little pinch. I lean down and kiss her neck before moving down to her left tit. I take her tit in my mouth swirling around her little nipple."MMMMM yes. That feels so good daddy" she moans in pleasure.I work my way down. Kissing her all the way down to her belt. Don, innocent of the extra erotic stimulus to which I had responded, also fell back, sweat-drenched and exhausted from all the pounding he had given me. He simply uttered “Whew! Wow babe!” When I glanced at the door, Bobbie was gone. That next morning, we sat around reading the Sunday New York Times and the local paper. I sipped my coffee and tried not to look Bobbie in the eyes as he munched on his breakfast cereal. Don was absorbed in the news of the day. When my eyes finally did meet those. THWACK.Her cunt was hit again and she again wailed and moaned in almost an a****l-like voice."Fuckslut whore," he barked out at her and she seemed to move her ass back up to receive whatever he decided to give her. Her hips seemed to be forcing her cunt out to seek more attention.He then had a vibrator in his hand and pushed it into her wet cunt. She was so wet that it slipped deep into her without any trouble. He turned the vibe on and forced it fully within her. He took a leather belt-type. I had her sit down in a chair and rubbed her back and shoulders. I kissed her gently and told her that soon she would be enjoying the black man we had just met in the restaurant. She blushed and smiled shyly. I was prepping my girl to share herself sexually with a Negro we had just met, to open her sweet white legs and engage in an act of sexual intercourse with a black man. She loved this, as do I. This little ritual of preparation, the anticipation, the knowing what she is about to do, and.