Equally arousing but more disturbing was an invoice from a supplier of fetish and bondage equipment. "Oh, please don't Mistress," George heard himself... muttering quietly, "no, not the handcuffs. Oh, please, not so tight, no. And not the ball gag, please, please. Guummph!" The grunt of the imagined silencing effect of the gag coincided with a twitching of his cock as he came, unexpectedly. He slumped forward at his desk in embarrassment as he felt the coldness of cum, trickling down his leg and. A very nice handsome black man was behind him.My black lover introduced his friend as Pete.The new black guy told me to come closer. Then he reached out and his hand took care of my ass cheeks. He ordered me to turn around.As I spun around, the guy lifted up my tight tiny skirt and smacked my butt.Pete led me by the hand to the bed in the middle of the basement. He took his trousers off and laid down on the bed; telling me to suck him. I got on my knees and took his cock into my mouth. He got. If Jill felt anything, she wasn't saying. Nick, however, had developeda mild 'buzz'. He felt disoriented."Nick, please keep rubbing my neck." Jill murmured.Her request startled him back into reality. He was surprised that hishands were no longer reaching her neck. Instead, Nick had beenmassaging her shoulder blades. He reached for her neck but found thathe had to move and straddle Jill's lower back in order for his hands toreach.Nick diligently kneaded and rubbed for several more minutes. Like. This soft, full on rubbing together of the two naked cunts was breathtaking to watch. But it also seemed to have a real purpose. With every labia on labia stroking, and with each hot plunge my June’s cunt took into the depths of Lady Bianca’s mentoring, lavish cunt, I could sense my sweet wife slowly letting go of something.Inhibitions? Fears? Months of some sort of pent up frustration? Months of some kind of stress? Whatever the case, it was becoming apparent that June’s cunt needed whatever.