Damn, I was in love, lust, whatever.After Sally left, only Ramon and I remained. Ramon noticed the pained expression on my face and asked, “what is ...the matter, bro?”I poured out in detail the effect Sally had on me had resulted in a severe case of blue balls. My cock and balls not only ached, they hurt like hell. Ramon’s reaction caught me totally off guard. He displayed a pained look on his face and said, “bro, I’m in the same condition.”Holy crap was Ramon also in love with Sally?. As he dropped to his knees he felt the heel of her boot sink in the middle of his slightly arched back. As he was forced to drop down to his hands, she slipped a blindfold over his eyes. ?You don’t even deserve to look at me bitch! When you prove that you are worthy I will remove it!? ?Yes ma’am,? he said quietly. As he had assumed his position on the cold floor on his hands and knees, she walked away leaving him down on the floor. She of course was just testing him to see if he would. "Eh," he could feel her shrug. "Warriors must deal with what is, no? This is what is. Not like it, but wasn't asked. If this must be done then you best choice, I think." But I don't want to..." it started to sound like he was whining; at least he thought so, so he shut up."I know you don't," she said. "That one reason I think it best choice. Plus I think we don't want dolls angry with us." There was a hint of amusement in her voice now."Ha!" he retorted. "I wouldn't worry about them; Makro is. We knew that typical Mandingo parties involved single, black men in their twenties, usually fucking older, out of shape women. The author of one story I read made the comment that those white party wives typically ‘looked more like Kathy Bates than Kathy Ireland’. My friends and I wanted to take a different approach, and establish a club where we, as middle-aged, handsome, and very fit black men, fucked younger, prettier white wives, in hopes of impregnating them, all while being filmed on.