She whimpered for him. She was driven by lust and desire. Steven slid up over her, his muscular chiselled belly pressing onto her spread buttocks, an... he pushed the head of his cock forward until it rested at the mouth of her greased hole. He held her tightly by the hair, and slid his other hand beneath her grasping at her tits, groping them, feeling the hardness of her achingly erect nipples in his palm. She bucked, whimpered and fought, and Steven held her tight, pulling her up, and back. I looked around and there were plenty of chairs and sofas and loveseats, arranged in the spacious halls in between the drawing rooms and whatnot. The whole place was rather intimidating to me and I finally settled onto a leather sofa near the wall, crossing my legs and sitting very stiffly as people passed, black employees and white members, and of course their black female guests."Hi." A girl sat down next to me, a black girl maybe a year or two older, and dressed in silver short-shorts and a. Bernard remained quiet, and between his legs,he could feel his labia slacken and close, his wet vagina relaxing, hisclit burrowing again underneath its pink hood. The cool air of thebathroom emphasized the wetness of his mound, and he shivered. Heheard the man outside sniff suddenly, and heard him say, in a bassvoice "Excuse me? Miss? You're in the wrong restroom."Miss? He almost started crying again, but instead choked out, "I'm nogirl!" The man replied in a startled voice, "Oh! Excuse. "Don't know" said her brother "why u asking?" he whispered back, in an attempt to not to wake their parents in the next room. "Just that your tastes different at different times of the day" she said. "also sometimes its thick and creamy and other times its thin and milky. "I could help you find out", said the brother. "How? I told a couple of football buddies about us, and they want a piece of the action, Oh JESUS what the fuck", a punch to the belly had winded him and as he turned another blow.