I was escorted out of our back door naked to a van, told to get in, this was to be the start of my submission to this women's will.A big black guy was...driving the van, and when I say big I mean big, his name I found out later was Bob Johnson, a gentle caring man, who helped me adjust and became my friend. after a hours driving we arrived at my new home.My new bedroom was absolutely gorgeous, pink and satin with lace everywhere, a beautiful four poster bed with a mirror on the ceiling. My beauty. At some point later into the evening, most of the guys were on the dancefloor and I was having a rest on one side, with another beer. I sawCharlie come back out of the gents, and he caught my eye and headed across.I could tell he was pretty drunk as he headed over, and he had a fixed grinon his face by this point of the evening. He came across and put his armround me.?Alright Ste, you ?avin a good evening?? he said?Yeah? I said feeling slightly uncomfortable with how close he was, ?it?sbeen a. A moan began to develop, clawing its way to the surface as she felt him throb and swell inside her. Her finger slowly caressed her hardened pearl.Their eyes locked and slowly began their dance, gently fucking each other in the warm sun. Their concentration was centered deeply, totally at the point of their passion. The world around them no longer existed. Each lived to coax the passions from the other, drawing them out, building them to supreme intensity. Every nerve in their bodies connected. He slowly picked the polythenes observing my ass from merely some inches. He was pretending to be slow and I knew the reason for that. More surprises were on his way. He picked the polythenes and he went on the other side. I slid my top lace from one side to give him a more pleasurable view of my boobs.He was looking at those firm boobs and massaging his dick which was now poking. He was having a good time on both sides. Then I pretended that something went below the seat. I placed my knees on.