The black guy was staring at me.He smiled, asking me if I was seeing anything I liked…Absolutely lost in my lust, I walked straight up to this black... stranger and touched his muscular bare chest, sliding down my hands until I reached out the base of his still flaccid cock.I gasped feeling how thick it was; I moved my hands away, but the black giant grabbed me by the waist, whispering into my ear, what did I think we could do with that…Looking at him in the eyes, I slowed again my hands to feel. God was he a puppy in my hands when he realized I was about to raise the stake. What married man will ever say no to a free night of fun? I am sure he found a good enough lie to convince his wife why we was stuck on ‘work’ for the weekend. By Thursday afternoon everything was fixed. On Friday night, Josh was to show up at the room by 10PM. Alan was supposed to get the champagne bottle, wine bottles and chocolates ordered and delivered to my room by 9PM. He himself had to show up at 11PM. Per. He spread me open on the bed, pulled corner to corner, my legs held apart. I felt his rough fingers rubbing again my mound. My lips opened for him.My hips rocked forward, desiring, needing, hungering for more. A finger pressed into my wetness and my body opened gladly. A second finger joined the first with the next stroke. I felt his hot breath upon my skin as his lips brushed up against my pussy. A quick dart of his tongue lashed out and in, brushing over my very sensitive clit. His fingers. But during the past two weeks under our supervision, she had been a paragon of good behavior.When we got home, I sent Cindy inside while I had to rouse Angie to help her into the house. No question about it, that Jungle Juice had contained at least vodka, probably grain alcohol. Angie was totally fucked up. She'd have a hell of a hangover the next day, I was sure. As she stumbled once or twice, I caught her — and a handful of ass or tit in the process as well. I had to admit that I sort of.