She started grunting with every thrust again, resting her forehead on her hands again. I lifted my hands to her back, drawing my fingernails down to h...er waist. A minute went by till her next orgasm drove her grunts to incoherence, her butt pressed hard against me as she writhed around, my cock squeezed as the waves of pleasure washed over her. I slowed and shortened my stroke, pursuing my own needs as well as hers. As she calmed I began to seek my own release, staying shallow and fast, stirring. “You fuckin’ shit” she said, You, like that fuckin’ cock?’ I cried out “Oh fuck yes”, “I love your fuckin’ black cock”, “I love you fucking my fuckin’ cunt” I added as she now began to slap at my tits hard. The pain was intense but so turned me on, “Oh fuck” I cried out, “Slap my fuckin’ tits” as she continued to fuck me and slap hard at my tits. So lost in pleasure was I that suddenly I felt a cock on my lips and barely heard Carol say, “Suck his cock you fuckin’ bitch” as she pulled the. The top and bottom buttons were gone and I noticed the inner pockets were missing. The note told me this was it for the night and to wear my black heels, the ones with the real high heels, five inches. I turned red and started to shake, I was excited but a little embarrassed. Oh wow I thought, I guess we aren't going to dinner or the mall, at least I hope not the way I will be dressed. I put on my heels and then the coat, I buttoned the two buttons just below my tits. I noticed in the mirror. You wanted and deserved what you got, being the only woman in a house full of horny brothers and you still wanted more when you awoke.When you wake up, the guys realize it, gather around the bed and tell you how talented you are and how well you performed for them last night. They ask if you are ready for some serious fucking. You inform them that you are ready, willing and able to take anything they could throw your way. They want to know who you want first and what you want done. You let them.