The Sling Bar didn’t close until 4:00 a.m., though.“It should be past Max’s bedtime,” the barman couldn’t resist saying.“No, of course not...,” I mumbled. “Did he leave alone?” I couldn’t stop myself from asking.“No, he was with a man.” That, of course, was why the barman could speculate Max wouldn’t be back. He’d already found his john for the evening. The remark was accompanied by something close to a sneer, as the barman turned and moved up the boards to talk with two men, one young and being. “Fuck me Tom!” I whispered in his ear as my gloved hands massaged his head.I raised my stockinged legs upward, resting my heels on his strong back, feeling every thrust as he began to increase his rhythm.“I’ve missed fucking you!” Tom whispered into my ear “We never ever got another slut as good or as dirty as you!”I groaned approvingly erotically aroused by Toms fucking and pillow talk.“I was only a slut for you guys, but I think I will continue to be a slut for you guys!” I panted “Plus I. ....in the dark........Ahhh! I felt his hands on my ass high up, and his hard dick probing and rubbing along my taint and crack, trying to find my donut. I had come as prepared as I could have under the circumstances. They gave us these little bottles of airport shampoo and conditioner along with soap and toothpaste. I had tucked the conditioner in the wasteban of my boxer's earlier and now used it as I reached behind and stroked it on Greg's pecker. I also put some in my butt-crack and slowly. They reached the sofa in the living room and as Francis sat down, he took her hand and pulled her with him. She fell on his lap. The big black cock of Francis throbbed and pushed under her ass. Francis placed his hand on her thigh and began feeling and caressing her there. The big Black Hand rubbing her white silky thigh above her knee was a creating a huge hard on for Francis. He was trying, stopping every now and then to squeeze her smooth flesh. Sexual tension was increasing, the heat was.