Trixie stopped washing her hair and looked at Officer Jones. The proud black man was an ex-college football player, thickly muscled, his ebony thighs ...so huge he had to hold his BNWO PD towel in place to hide his rising black member. Trixie noted that something very big was bobbing up and down under that towel.Despite her fighting it Trixie's white girl instincts kicked in, aroused by the presence of a black alpha stud like Officer Jones. Trixie began to rub her pussy showing this big black man. .." I pulled her hair and pushed my hips, forcing my cock into the back of her mouth, feeling the resistance. Her stud trailed up the underside of my shaft. "With the door window right there, where anyone can see you." Her eyes flashed up at me, dancing in delighted amusement. I felt her growl on my swollen head. I snarled down at her and pushed harder, forcing myself into her throat. She coughed and pushed her hand harder. "You want my cock, need my cock, don't you, Miss Winslow?" Her lips. He inserted two fingers into her hot wet gash as he feasted. Sammy started moaning around Ben’s tool. Ben started fucking her throat faster as his climax neared. I moved in from the side and started sucking her tits first one and then the other. I was circling her nipples with my tongue making them stand up proud. David joined me from the other side. We each greedily gobbled and sucked like newborns. Sammy started cumming. Chuck was rewarded with a face full of her cum. He licked every drop up. See you tomorrow at noon,’ I said, wondering what was so important that she’d had to see me today. Cam was waiting for me at the bar the next day, once again having a lunchtime glass of wine with her friend, Marsha. She was facing away from me, half-perched on a barstool, in a tan wool pantsuit with a maroon pin-stripe. Her jacket was expertly tailored and fit like a glove. Her pants…my Gawd, her pants! They highlighted her magnificent bottom, clinging to it and her upper thighs to the point.