She's a wonderful bitch. She moved her hips so that the black man's cock came into her pussy, talking to me: "Look how to be a good bitch, my husband,...forget my pussy, from now on you'll just feel dick in your ass." I was already forgetting, at that moment I would never change the dick that was inside my ass by her pussy.The male who fucked me was very good, he moaned suddenly, stuck his cock harder and ejaculated inside me. "Get my milk, bitch." At that moment, even with my flaccid cock, I. Jeanette said ‘if I had some money I’d really show you how the game is played’. I said, ‘well let’s play for our clothes. No one is here and they won’t be back until tomorrow’. She hesitated for a minute and looked me up and down. Then she asked if I had anything hard to drink. I gave her a shot of rum and delt the cards. First hand she won, so I took off my shoes. I lost the next two hands and was in my pants and tee shirt. We played again and Jeanette lost. She lost the next four hands and. It'd be there during orgasm and when we'd talk about our fantasies to each other lying awake in bed. It'd be there when I could hear her getting herself off in the shower, and when I joined her. It'd be there in the way she walked. And it'd be there in her dark blue eyes, every time she looked at me. I could almost see her imagining some hot guy in one of her classes taking me from behind. And she kept going to the shop alone. Soon the Friday came where I could see her surprise. We arrived. It wasn't worth the fifty without the other rooms but we paid it. It kept the wife close to her sisters.The house to the north was Uncle Jess's home for Wayward Horses and Blonds. The house to the south was boarded up and had 'Police Crime Scene' posted all around it. The signs were pretty old and tattered and the house itself was posted.Not that that bothered the teenagers in the area..."Let's go look in the Murder House."They had parties there most weekends during highschool football season..