"Do you want to do it?" she asked. I looked at her."You know I've always had a crush on you, Mel," I said. "The idea of making love with you has been ... fantasy of mine for a long time. The thought of having you and Sandy at the same time is even more exciting to me. There is kind of a pressure factor, though. Performance anxiety, you know?" Well, that's up to you. But, Dan, we're all friends. I understand how guys are sometimes. I'm sure Sandy does, too. There shouldn't be pressure, just. I leant forward, breathing in the aroma of her, and felt her hand grab my hair. I stuck out my tongue and began to lick at her labia, flicking over the folds and running my tongue up the gash between them. Julie squeezed her legs together, and I felt my head cushioned between the pliant flesh of her hot inner thighs. As I attacked Julie’s pussy more vigorously, I felt two rough hands raising the skirt of my costume from behind and caressing the cheeks of my bum. I couldn’t see what Dan was. I wonder if you will regret not letting yourself go just a little farther."I'm your friend Marcy, and I want to help satisfy your lifelong curiosity. How about if I just undress for you a little; only enough for you to see your first black cock? You don't even have to touch it, just look. You wouldn't be cheating."As Darrell spoke, it was so easy to convince myself that he was right. I had been able to stop myself so far, right? I could control the situation, and I was so close now. I also felt. Well at least tell me as much as you feel able to without having to kill me if I don't decide to go along with you."Clegg grinned. "Excellent," he said, pulling up his trousers. "Have another brandy, it's the best cure I know for a hangover. If you're sitting comfortably, then I'll begin."Clegg started with a question. "How much do you know about slavery today?"It was a bizarre question as a continuation of a bizarre encounter but I responded as best I could. "Err, not much. I guess these days.