You were that guy they had told me about, and that if I watched, I would see at least one girl come crawl into your lap and start to fuck you. The gir...s would be the ones that initiated everything, and you wouldn’t be trying to do anything other than make it look like they weren’t doing anything. I saw that girl look like she was only rocking back and forth. Given the helmet on her head, I dismissed it as anything other than that, but I did look closely. She had on skorts, and there couldn’t be. The voices were almost screaming now"SUCK! LICK! PLEASURE MEN! YOU ARE JUST A BIMBO, DOCILE, A SEX DOLL MADEOUT OF FLESH!"Those words ran through my mind, again and again. I didn't know how toshut them off. It was starting to get overwhelming. I could almost feelmy saliva drip, anticipating a good cum meal. It was now too much forme: I walked in their direction, slowly. They were still too focused onthemselves to acknowledge my presence.I still had a second dilemma: there were two cocks, but I. Would it hurt, would it feel good, could I take it I wondered silently to myself. Sitting there banging my burning pussy in perfect timing with the driving thrusts of his mega black poker, as I watched and wondered. "Ah, you like what you see don't you" my husband asked jokingly, noticing that my eyes were fixated on the screen and my hand busy tweaking my clit. Not even turning my head, I replied "it's ok, I never thought about having a black lover." I had never seen a cock so big in real. My toes look so cute. I'm glad I got a fresh pedicure. Oh, the sky is so blue. Its warm, thank goodness, or I'd be cold, naked as I am. Where are my clothes? Daddy brought me here. I remember that. Well—do I remember that or do I just assume it? How else would I have gotten here if it weren't for Daddy? Daddy brings me everywhere. I can't go anywhere without Daddy.There are people over there. On the patio, near the pool. I don't think I want to go over there right now. They poke and prod at me..