.. What did you call it? Transfer agent?”“Yeah. Makes it sound like one of Melody’s fabric dyes, doesn’t it?”“Well, you’ll have fun. And...so will we.”I should have known that I wouldn’t just dress and leave, though. Melody had clothes laid out for me on the big bed and insisted that I take another shower so she could inspect me. She did a very thorough inspection, most of it with her lips and tongue.“Melody,” I said as I pulled on the short sleeved sport shirt she laid out for me. “Don’t you. She even commented that there were a fair number of women who were on 12-hour divorces from their husbands, all in the pursuit of big, black men.As I looked about, I could see it was true. There were a good number of women there, fitting all types of descriptions. There were tall, thin and willowy blondes; short, dumpy brunettes, a few ladies who were old enough to be the matrons of the group, and quite a few very beautiful ladies as well. One stand out girl had a head-full of auburn hair, with. ..” Maz gasped, as she suddenly became aware of an insistent beeping noise in her ear. “Aw, fuck, hold on, I have a call trying to get through, shit!” “You’re kidding me, right? I’m just about to cum!” He yelled. “Ignore it, ignore it!” “Nah, it could be important. Sorry, give me a second,” she apologised as she pressed a button. “Hello?” she breathlessly gasped into the mouthpiece. “Maz, it’s me, Curly! Listen, what time are you gonna get here? Hey, you sound out of breath, did I. Monica snapped away as Terry pulled his cock from my mouth a long sticky strand of spunk dangling from the end, I ran my tongue across his engorged bell end lapping up his remaining spunk, " Bloody hell! That is hot!! Antonia you are one hot, young lady! " Monica spoke as she put down the camera. Standing in front of me she undid the halter neck of her dress. The dress dropped to her waist revealing a pair of heaving breasts topped with two proud pink nipples, " Please Antonia, " Monica held.