She could not help getting aroused herself.“Please have a go, Sir”, said her husband, moved away and made an elegant gesture, so the white man was...invited to fuck the slave wife. He once more penetrating Sonia, this time following the advice and his face was beaming with intense joy.“I GET IT! I GET IT! THIS IS FUCKING TERRIFIC! Wauw, she is SO TIGHT and it feels exactly like someone’s sucking on the dickhead while I fuck her! Guys, this is FABULOUS!” he said to his comrades while he was slowly. "You know. The fantasies that you were talking about. We could make them all happen. What's stopping us?"I couldn't believe what I was hearing. "Monica, what are you saying? You think we should have sex with them?" I was just thinking...why not? Like, what's stopping us?"I rolled over and flipped on the lamp so that I could read the expression on her face. She appeared to be serious."I...I don't even know how to respond to that. I've never actually considered either one of us having sex with. Then he pulled my trackys off just leaving me in boots, and before i knew it he was guiding his wet hard cock into my love hole, it hurt at first but then a push later and he slid all the way in, i felt really turned on now, he held me tight and was slowly giving me a good seeing too, i could feel every movement of his tool in me, it was so big i thought he would split me in half.He reached over my front and started wanking me as he was thrusting and i just submitted, i couldn’t explain it but. However, as the evening progressed we learned and were enjoying our time very much. Several times, other men would ask Trish for a dance. She politely declined, but thanked them for asking. In the ball room, there were a few outstanding women, and in my mind, Trish was one of them. I honestly saw other folks, from a distance, watching her. The evening moved on, and the clock struck twelve. But this Cinderella didn’t change. She remained beautiful. About one o’clock, people were leaving and.