I overheard them talking about lunch. The might as well have been smoking cigars and palming their crotches.I couldn’t stop myself. I jumped over an... approached them. “What’s the plan of action to keep him off the street?”Roger shook his head, Robert stared at me and Landon watched with slight amusement.“That’s none of your business at this time, Ms. Quilty,” Roger said. Robert wasn’t able to stifle his snort.“I feel terrible for how this turned out,” Landon said with his practiced politeness.. My brother, Marcus, is on the football team Running back, He's built but not too built and he's tall like 6 foot but that's reasonable for being a Junior he's 17 and I made my parents buy him a white and yellow Camero for his birthday. Awesome right? The best part about him was his friends Darion and Jamie. All of our parents work together so they were instant friends also the reason he is on the football team and also the reason the team won and threw an awesome party that Freshmans thru. It is still tight. The back andforth motion on her middle is causing bruising and scrapes which he would haveavoided if this was not so pleasurable. But, these minor bruises and the scrapeswill surely disappear by the time she reaches the slave market. He comes for the second time and stays in for a while enjoying the feelingof being inside of her. After a short while, he shrinks and he pulls out andzips up. He motions for Ahmed to have his turn. He reminds him that he is touse her orally. “Ah yeah, work that body now,” he slapped my ass again. “Cum on that cock. Cum like you don’t cum on your husband’s.”“No. I do cum on it,” I said, catching my breath.“Oh yeah?”“When I’m fantasizing about being with a black man.”“Ha! Sounds like this has been pent up for a while”“It has.”Robert grinned, gripping my ass, sucking my tits, “Good. Enough talking. Ride that dick.”****“Oh fuck!” the hours went by as I fucked that black man’s brains out. Up and down I’d bounce his big cock. He’d.