The vision seemed so real for a minute there. Her ass even felt freshly groped. Stunned, she searched for an explanation. The telepathic link with May... could be small potatoes. There could be something much more significant going on with her mind. Regardless, the whole thing was disturbing. So much so, that she wanted to pretend it never happened for the moment, it was just too much to think about. Thankfully, the clarity was fading quickly, like a dream after awakening-as if it never. We wasted no time and headed to the hotel.My cock was rock hard and my asshole was ready to be stretched by these two black meat monsters, i couldn't wait.I wasted no time once in the hotel and got down on my knees and unzipped Sean and Will, both there uncut dicks springing out, Sean was 9 inches and really thick Will about 8 and equally fat.I took sean into my mouth and he aggressivley started fucking my mouth, making me gag on his meat, pre cum oozing down my throat his balls slapping. Just before dinner, the team doctor came in. Dr. Harold Steinberg. He was handsome, black-haired. He had played for State back in the Thirties at Minnesota on two national championship football teams. He played a lot of tennis and his face was tanned. He came in wearing a big smile. ‘Why didn’t you duck your head and eat the ball?’ he asked. ‘Yes, I’ve seen your tapes. Nothing shows really. A few crinkles in your brain, but they’ve probably been there a long time. Sorry I haven’t been in. Very. I had been surprised,but the act didn't sink in then. My lesbian lover, my Mistress, was commandingme to sleep with my husband. It seemed bizarre. "Yes. Yes Mistress. I mailed you." "I know. I read it. Tell me." Even as I had listened to her giving me the instructions I had not fullyrealised everything it had meant. In the middle of the night. No clothing.Make him hard if need be with my hands. No lights. On my knees from behind.Make him cum. Pretend my own climax. Not to cum under any.