Her silky white bra was visible, and she reached over the table and began to stroke my shaven head softly.“Up you get, lovely. Let’s go upstairs a...nd you can show Claire that you are truly sorry for getting her in trouble, you bad boy!” She spoke quietly and watched as I awkwardly stood up, towering over her.It took me a few moments to get up from the table but eventually, I stood there wanting desperately to rub my hot, sore and swollen backside. I resisted, forcing myself to hold my hands down. “You’re such a natural cocksucker. I can tell how much you love sucking black cock. How long have you been a cocksucker?”, he asked.“About 4 years I replied”, I replied.When he talked I sucked. When it was my turn I would look at him and answer while stroking his shaft.He asked what it was about black cock that I liked sucking it so much. I told him that I really like sucking cock but there is nothing that compares to a black guy shooting a full load of cum into my mouth. I loved the taste. Admittedly this was mostly due to the fact that his job was very physically demanding; that and good genes certainly helped. A lot of his friends from school were now developing beer bellies but Dave just never got into the whole pub scene and thus avoided it.He drew the razor down over one cheek and shivered as Brittany leaned forward and kissed him on the back of the neck. He laughed and drew another strip of shaving cream from his cheek. Again this was followed by a kiss on the back of his. The shower recess was huge, easily able to accommodate four average sized people with room to spare, and the single basin, twin cupboard vanity was clean and bright, only Mr P’s razor, some mouth wash, a toothbrush and a half used tube of toothpaste sitting on its top. The sight of the toothpaste made me run my tongue over my teeth and I screwed up my face at the furry feeling I encountered. The loo was tucked into a corner of the room and I gratefully sat down, eagerly relieving myself and.