BMO meant Black Moving Object, her slang for the Imam's women from Saturday and today."The Imam might not like you popping cherries with the Sybian. A...en't these girls supposed to be killed pure?" David asked."Hafie didn't mind loosing it Saturday night. These girls may not have had a cock, but none of them are pure." Candy replied. "Most of them are just healthy hormonal like me. Besides we need to know how to operate this if we are going to do it right for the paying public. Otherwise we are. No one else made any gesture toward clothing themselves so Max sat back, resolved to be a good egg and not make an issue of the fact. Besides he consoled himself, Pris was an amazingly delectable sight to behold. Though her thighs were gamey and rank with spunk, they were still long and slender, tapering down to as graceful a pair of knees as he'd ever beheld. And too, he found the slight fuzz covering her slit intriguing, a remarkable contrast to the thick growth of curly black fur decorating. And I got the distinct feeling that the teasing by the other men was a well-rehearsed and familiar effort to encourage yet another white cock sucker to learn the joy of sucking black cock. I was accepting my role as Luther’s cock sucker, but still didn’t know how he would make arrangements for me to suck him on a daily basis. But I didn’t have long to wait. The next day, just before lunch, Luther came up to me and said, “Let’s go Ed. Bring your lunch and let’s go to the equipment room. I feel a. Barker but I think you liked it when I played with your tits." I didn't object, did I?" Was that when you knew we would fuck?" It was before that." It must have been when we took the first sip of wine at dinner. We were looking into each other's eyes. Was that when you knew?" No Randy, it was before that. But why is it important that you know when it was?" I didn't think you meant it. I was concerned that I had not respected your wishes by ignoring you each time you said no." I'm sorry you.