She was pulling her body upwards in excitement but I was enjoying teasing her. I eventually couldn’t control my desire and slid my hand under her on... her boobs. OH WOW!!! what a feeling…. Those lovely lovely melons. I so wanted to see them I turned her over. She kept her hands over my hands and resisted me to watch her boobs. I was removing her hand and she would close my eyes. I sat on her tummy and held both her hands with one hand and removed her already open bra to her neck. She closed her. He raised his hips, chasing my cunt with his dick. I raised higher and he went higher too. Then down I came, on top of him, feeling his dick way up inside me.Finally, he quickened his pace and I knew he was close. I surprised him by climbing off of him, kneeling at his knees.I asked, “Answer me, how often do you jerk off?”He brought his hands up to his face. I grabbed his forearms and looked him in the eye. “Every day?”“Yeah.”I straightened back up, still kneeling at his knees.“Show me.”He took. .GOD! Your....cock...is...s-sooo...f-fucking BIG! I...can feel it in my stomach!" He halted, balls-deep, when he heard this. Grabbing her hips tightly, he ground against her once more, flexing his cock around within her guts, sending the engorged head of that giant thing somewhere near belly-button depth. "It's in your stomach huh?", he said. "Take it then, white girl. Feel that big, nigger dick up inside you!" (His words, not mine.) As he remained there completely impaled within her, he looked. " Hear, hear," said the TV anchor, to mild applause for me. I blushedand curtsied."Lisa is talented in other ways that we will demonstrate now," Sirsaid. He sat in the recliner and drew it up to normal height. He caughtmy eye and pointed at the floor in front of him.I decided I might as well do a good job of it. I stood in front of him."Sir," I said, and dropped into a curtsy, and kept going down until Iwas on my knees in front of him. I reached for his trousers and pulledout his genitalia. I.