He said he likes that I wanna make you my regular bitch boy. He stood up and told me to get started. I rubbed is bulge threw his jeans getting my hard...in his pants. Larry let out a little moan to approve what i was doing. I leaned forward and kissed his cock threw his pants. Then I grabbed his zipper looked up at him by this time I was on my knees and he was standing over me and I asked him may i take your cock out master. He looked down at me and yes slave you may. I slowly unzipped his pants. Ana then had another idea: instead of her Black Master, she would call her brand new office mates, Simon and Stephen. I knew these guys were black and Ana had told me they were very well endowed, since some of the office ladies had tasted those hard black cocks…I asked my wife what about her; but Ana confirmed she had not seen those massive things with her own eyes. She giggled and I knew she was a liar.She insisted those black guys together could double team her…Again I said that it sounded. “There have been opportunities where older guys would be ogling me in public. It was so obvious. So...on occasion, when I would be sitting somewhere, like those nice leather, stuffed chairs in the middle of the mall, I would sit a little carelessly and give them a peek up my skirt.” My cock throbbed.“You liked that?” I smiled.“Yes,” she whispered. “Last week, I was at the oil change station over on Broadmoor, and the manager there is a balding, overweight black man. When he leaned over the. He came so hard, filling her mouth. His cum, mixing with his blood as she swallowed both. She felt the force of his life giving newness to hers. She could feel herself getting becoming satisfied, not with his manhood, but his blood filling her. She could feel herself getting weak from the feeding. It always did that to her. She knew Ron was as well, they always did. So she began to rise, to lay beside him as she usually did. But as she moved up to lay next to him, he grabbed her, rolling her.