Seven...coming slowly to full consciousness....six.....more alert.....five....you're awakening.....four.....more and more alert....three.....you're ...early awake.....two.....coming to a waking state, one....open your eyes, you are fully awake now. You feel very refreshed and very, very excited sexually."* * * * * * * * *When I opened my eyes it was as if nothing had happened and I continued my conversation with them where I had been told to relax. I was so extremely hot and horny that I. He was in the bottom of his sleeping bag, which was being thumped rythmicaly against a slightly resiliant surface, jostling him, over and over. The slight resiliancy made no difference, after a short while, because it went on, and on, and on. It almost seemed he was being carried, but that was impossible, because there was noone who could carry a full grown man- Well, at seventeen he was man sized, anyway- like a sack of potatoes, while running full stride through the snow. Perhaps there were a. I stroked myself ever so slowly. I wanted to milk this out for as long as possible (no pun intended). Up and down my hand went. Stopping every now and then to smear the pre-cum down to the underside of my now throbbing shaft. I glanced down at the picture, the brunette with her firm tits and lightly trimmed pussy. I wasn’t sure if I wanted to cum for her or for the camera. I just knew I wanted to cum. I glanced up at the viewfinder to make sure I was still centered in the frame. Damn, even that. Victor drove me to the motel and we arrived a bit early. He sat down on chair at a corner and I stood on my stilettos close to the filthy bed. Soon my toned long legs tensed as the door opened and my handsome Black Master entered the room. Jamal smiled at me; but he did not even give a quick glance to my husband sitting at the corner.Staring at that huge black man just made my nipples get hard…I fell to my knees and my wet mouth was at level with his crotch. I purred like a cat as Jamal.