Her husband would flip out if he ever saw a picture of her dressed up like a hungry slut. Charlotte is wearing a cocktail uniform tonight and it might...be the sexist one I’ve ever seen. Since her husband can’t earn any money what say we tip her for any extra peeks she may decide to give us.” I said. “Hell Yeah!” they all yelled. “Now Charlotte here has been blessed with a mighty big set of breasts, as you all can see. Charlotte what cup size are you?” Charlotte hung her head and whispered. She cooed when she saw it. “Its not too big for you, is it?” I asked. “No, I have one about the same size at home,” she said. “Only mine doesn’t vibrate like that.” “Well, you dirty little thing. You’re in for a treat.” I began with her clit, letting the toy bring her almost to the edge. She writhed and moaned. Her juices were flowing freely now, soaking the bed underneath her, filling the room with her spicy aroma. Then I slid it into her and began pumping it in and out, the whole. But I could feel it all over my face, running down my chin. I felt Renee tap on my shoulder. She asked, “May I cut in? I would love to taste her juices.” I stepped aside, and saw Jill had taken Joe's cock into her mouth, and was vigorously sucking on his swollen shaft. Jill was in such a frenzy, as if she was cumming non-stop. I could see Renee sucking up a mouth full of her sweet nectar. Jill reached over and grabbed my cock and began sucking one then the other and continuously going back. I'm not a racist Jim, but I don't like going on dates with black men." Why not?" Because when they get with a white woman they become arrogant and egotistical and they start acting like they believe all the bullshit myths about them. The 'once you go black you never go back' garbage. Then when you don't buy into their line they start on the "What's the matter bitch? You think you're too good for me?" No Jim, I don't think so. I don't need any more bullshit in my life just now." Well okay, but.