He then gave the thing back to me, ordering to put it against my swollen clit. I had been extremely horny during the last days, since hubby had flown ...away from town and he had not fucked me properly lately.So, I had called him, my Black Master, to come and fuck me just as a slutty married bitch like me deserved.But my fucking black stud had another plans for me.He wanted to torture my mind, to make me suffer and plead for him.Now he looked at me, waiting I should do as I had been ordered.I felt. I started to get up."Don't move! Don't make me shoot you!" Oh come on Robbie," said Tom. "You know you won't shoot her, you're not supposed to even touch her or Trent will kill you!" Shut up!" hollered Robbie and pointed the gun at Tom, but still jacked his cock with the other hand. Damn pistol grips on the AR, they let you shoot one handed if you want."Pull up your shirt, Fuckyou." Humiliated again, I did.He stepped forward and shot his load onto my tits and bra."Alright, come on," ordered. Our tongues swirling back and forth until you took hold of my upper lip and started to gently chew. I reciprocated sucking on yours as my hands grabbed the cheeks of your ass and kneaded them rubbing my cock against you. Finally pulling away, you said, “I was going to offer you a drink, but I’m too fucking horny.” Taking one of my hands off your ass, you led me to the bedroom. The room was lit only by the light of a half moon. You were mostly shadows. I turned you too me, and unclasped the. Seemingly I wasn't there -- for either of them. After a drink, he suggested they dance and she nearly flew off her chair onto the dance floor. They danced a set -- grinding, bumping, grabbing, their hands all over each other, his often up under her top and of course openly grabbing her crotch or ass. During the slow piece they swayed together, Jaye grinding her pussy on his leg, hands up under his shirt and his under hers. Returning to the table, Jaye complained she was still too confined. She.