I think she couldn’t believe how big I was and just never saw a black cock in her life.“Well silly. Eat up,” said Cathy who was rubbing my thigh...s keeping me hard and throbbing. Her hands soon found their way to my giant hairy balls and caress them with her fingertips. I had chills going through my body.Cynthia finally got the urge to move in and take my swollen thick cockhead into her mouth. The sensation of her warm winter fresh mouth covering the head make me quiver all over. Her warm moist. As that behavior jibed with Marcel and Pierre’s vision of every woman as a slut, the two of them felt like they were “liberating” their female victims from every one of their hang-ups. All-in-all it was the perfect situation for a couple of guys with serious sociopathic disorders.They liked to cruise the better hotels looking for females who fit their profile; attractive, single, mid-twenties tourists. And they were willing to move their age range up to include married and mid-forties targets,. He realized that ill let him to anything he wanted. He moved his hand into my trouser grabbing my ass. I turned my face to him and he said "Dont slack off keep on working". I continued to clean the counter while he was grabbing my ass and squeezing it. I dont know why it was pretty euphoric.Joe then moved his finger towards my hole and started circling his finger on it. I dont know why i was enjoying this feeling. I was getting hard, his touch was something else. He played with me for a few. "She was really cute. Petite. Masses of blonde hair in pigtails. Shereminded me more than a little of Tina.I got up and sat on the edge of the bed. I was wearing prisonnightwear: a light blue baby doll nightgown over a white bra and whitesatin panties with three rows of white lace on the seat."Do I have any day clothes?" I asked.She nodded. "The servers brought them last night."I checked the closet, and found that not only did I have clothes, theywere the clothes I used to wear in Pink Prison..