Women always sell sex. You've never been around women who didn't sell sex. Come here." She strode off to the library. I followed to see her sitting at... a computer. A picture flashed up on the screen. "This was a favorite of Jack's." The picture was titled, World's Oldest Remote. On the left, a woman's legs were closed. On the right, a black velvet box was open with a big diamond in it and the legs were now open. I burst into laughter."That's funny," I said through laughter."Jack loved this. But there was something so intimate about the display that emotion flowed over her like a wave. She thought she might cry, or cry out."Rings," Nicki said, "because studs would sort of get lost here. And so you can do this."And she took a ring between each thumb and forefinger and opened herself up.Rosa stood there. Her heart was pounding, tolling like a bell in her chest."Go ahead," Nicki told her.Rosa sank to her knees and gingerly started running her hands over Nicki's bronzed thighs. I had to taste her pussy again."Let me eat you as you blow me," I begged. She shifted position to allow me access to her cunt and resumed sucking. The musky taste of her juices, the silky softness of her folds, the tartness of my own cum as it streamed from her pussy, ratched up my lust another notch. But I was teasing her as she teased me.At some point, I realized that Alison and Barry were there, looking at us. I smiled, and they smiled back. Barry was standing behind Alison, lifting and. As we got to the room, he stripped and I saw my first black cock. I was surprised that his cock was no longer than Stoner’s. He lifted my thin clothes and examined my ass. “Take it off.”“That would cost $50.” Then I remembered, “Are you a cop?”“No, I’m not a fucking cop. Now strip Bitch.”He reached into his pocket and handed me a fifth dollar bill. I had been told to put all money through, what looked like a mail slot in the room, so I pushed the money through and took off my “work.