" Here I paused long enough to lower my eyes and gaze longingly and lustfully at the full, sensuous, Afro-American lips I do so very much adore and wh...ich are one of the many reasons I prefer black men on top of me in my bed and in my body, then back up to look as deep and shamelessly into his dark, smouldering eyes as I could, allowing him in turn to peer even deeper into the feverish depths of my soul -- to see and know just how completely and utterly I was willing to give myself to him --. Tony glanced up at us, and motioned Mickey to bring me over to him.Mickey pushed me from behind, so that I stumbled over to where Tony sat on the couch. Then Mickey pushed me down to my knees in front of Tony. Tony spoke to my husband as he began unbuttoning my blouse.“Jerry, you’re lucky to be alive…you get that, right?”Jerry nodded his head and kept his eyes on the floor. Tony had finished unbuttoning my blouse, and reached into my bra, pulling out both of my breasts so that they swung freely. “Sir, I’ve touched myself.”“Where?”My cheeks burn as I admit I had my hands between my thighs, my fingers on my clit. You encourage more, caressing my face as you hear how I defiled myself, how I pushed my fingers, one at a time, inside my cunt, how I fucked myself, how my thumb pinched my clit and I grinder down on my hand as hard as I could. You coax each detail from me gently, pulling out more and more embarrassing details. Finally:“Did you cum?”I nod and stare at the floor, “Yes Sir.”“Hmm,. .. but that feeling didn't last long and very soon I was fantasising about doing it again. Over a few months I met some other guys, it was usually a car meet with a bit of sucking but mainly wanking each other off. Then one day I met an older guy who took me back to his house. He was married but she was away visiting family, so it was safe. Hid name was Dave and it was a lovely house. He took me to a bedroom and we stripped off and got on the large double bed. He put some gay porn on the large.