She did that for a little while. Then she poured a little oil on my balls and placed the egg there. She continued to stroke my cock the same time. I c...uld see pre-cum oozed out of the tip of my shaft. I knew I was going to cum soon. ‘Oh no your not. I want you to cum inside me and not in my hand.’ She told me. She slowed down and squeezed my cock at the base until the sensation was over and then she continued stroking me. I felt her every stroke from the base of my cock to the head as she had. In the end, it was hard to compete in who was cooler as well as it seemed that black music and dancing was dominate over rock, metal, and alternative. The main lesson of these years was not that black guys were better in everything, they were not and definitely there were instances of white guys being competitive. The main thing I think of though, when I think back to those times were of an overriding stress and unhappiness that comes from competing like an alpha-male and not succeeding.. But I controlled myself.After she came out of the washroom she was just wearing the towel. N to my goodness I was there to watch the whole scene. She stood there starring at me n asked me to get out of the room. But I said I won’t n she started shouting. Then I pretended to do some work. N she was getting her clothes from the wardrobe n while collecting the clothes the towel started to loosen up n the more she stretched the more the towel was loosening. At a point the towel actually fell down n. I don’t think she needed encouraging but I grab her by the hair and f***e myself between her lips. She loves it and I I stand beside the bed she moves onto all fours me still guiding her by the hair both hands now as she takes my cock deep in her throat I really start to skull fuck her. She moans and gags at the same time as I push deeper and faster slapping her cheeks and also her great tits hanging down for me to abuse and use. Her spit is dripping off my cock and I ask her again what she has.