Gloria twisted her head back and looked me in the eyes before she said, ‘They get so sore. Do you think you could rub them for me?’ I inhaled dee...ly then did as this young beauty asked. I started gently rubbing her milk filled tits and, as I did so, Gloria ground her perfect round ass back into my erection. Then I noticed my hands were causing her tits to leak some of her milk through her bra. She fixed this by reaching up and unhooking it from between her huge breasts. The silky smooth feel. Gemma got up and walked towards the bathroom “Time for a shower” she said wiggling her arse at me “Hold on a minute” I said grabbing my phone, Gemma turned, smiled at me and gave the finger as I took some pictures “That’s your lot, pervert” she laughed and walked into the bathroom. I sat back on the couch, grabbed the laptop and stopped all the cameras recording. Then I had an idea, I picked John’s laptop off the floor and copied his video onto my laptop. When Gemma came out of the shower I. Then we went inside and I sat in sofa and having casual talks about routine life. Then she brought me chocolate bar and gave me asked her why ? Then she replied its my birthday, I was surprised and wished her and said sorry as I was not aware of her birthday. She just gave a smile and we continued to talk for a while. She offered coffee and in the mean time I was observing her boobs not intentionally but her figure made me looks to go there. She also observed it couple of times but didn’t say. He became obsessed with it, all the power it represented and he CRAVED to be degraded and humiliated by Black men with nothing less than 8 inches or more of man meat. His need to be submissive to Black men became obsessive, traveling to adult book stores, bath houses, and gay bars in search of the biggest, blackest cock he could find. The men the cocks were attached to were inconsequential; it was the penis that was his object of desire. He became the proverbial slut for black cock. That.