“Don’t call it that,” she said as she slid her hands under my arms and pressed her breasts against my chest. I could feel my cock touching her, ...but it was on her abdomen. “That’s gross.”“You have your ... little friend?”“That’s better.”“You have that, and I can learn to get you off other ways,” I said.“What about you?” she asked.“Getting me off is easy,” I said.“I’m horny,” she said, looking up at me through squinting eyes.“I have an idea,” I said.“What?”“I’ve never kissed you. Maybe kissing me. Finally, Alex’s car pulled out the front. Well, what I hoped was Alex’s car. He rapped his knuckles on the front door and opened it (everyone just walks into my house). Alex was about to announce his arrival and was stopped halfway through the word, "Dave." 'How are you doing mate?' Would have been the rest of his introduction had he not seen me tied up, gagged and blindfolded in my red speedos.Alex didn’t speak any more but I gasped, as well as I could manage to gasp when he touched my erect. " Are we staying for the show?" Certainly." I would never do something like this on my own." Do you like music?" I love it." Then you should enjoy the show..." I'm having a real good time already." She grabbed my hand and squeezed it. I took her hand, turned it over and caressed her palm with my fingertips. "What's that for?" she asked.I turned my hand over and placed it beside hers. "Our palms are almost the same color." All Black folks are like that," she replied."I know. For some reason it. You’ve gotten two fingers inside me, and I’m panting, trying to draw more in. It feels SO good, I love it. “More…” I whine, you’re teasing your fingers out of my anus. They pop free and I want to cry at the loss of them. Then I hear the ripping open of a condom. Seconds later, you’re rubbing lube on my hole, and I feel your cock pressing into my anus. You go slowly, I want more, I’m greedy to feel your nine inch meat fill my ass. But you know more than I do, two fingers don’t compare to your.