Soon, Carson's driver would pull a vehicle into the garage and park. He'd select the open parking place closest to the stairwell. All the ground floor...spaces were occupied.The men on the second floor wore desert camouflage gear over body armor. Boonie hats covered their heads. The hat brims drooped down over their eyes. Paint streaked their faces, not so they couldn't be seen, but instead, so they couldn't be easily recognized."Target vehicle approaching," Greg heard his spotter's voice in his. Lexie brought him back to being hard all the time inhaling hisman scent from the cum on her upper lip and feeling the silkiness ofhis cock. It was so much more fun than a fake one she thought, howwonderful it was to have the real thing finally. Images of the videospulsed through her little sissy brain, images of white sissiessubmitting to powerful superior Black Men. She identified with themcompletely. The Black man's cum was already having its affect on herweak white sissy mind. She felt like. Still seeing her soles I could now see more pussy lips and that round ass. She looks back slightly, with one had on her ass cheek, and with that one hand she would spread them, showing off that pink tight little asshole.I tried to keep it together, but I was practically drooling!She asked, “is this a good pose?”I couldn’t even talk, I just smiled.After a few pics of that she gets back on her butt, leaning back. What was she up to now? She points her toes at me again. Snap. She points them up,. My boss, another “inmate,” Jerry, in his mid-thirties was obviously gay. He was very well groomed, soft spoken, highly intelligent and very fit. From the moment I was introduced to him, I felt a connection. Every time we were alone in the photo lab, he began to gently rub my crotch and casually pressing his crotch against my ass or my hips and I liked it! He continually whispered in my ear, telling me how much I would love getting my dick sucked. About my third day Jerry took me in to the.