We had been at this for almost an hour. “Time for a break, ladies? A cup of tea?” I asked. They both agreed and we stepped out of our roles. I hop...ed that my hard on would go away and that my dick would be rejuvenated by the rest. “Isn’t this fun?” Anya asked Tatiana who replied with a big smile. Anya walked up to me and held me, pressing her delicious titties against my chest. Tatiana came up behind me and did the same, grabbing my balls. I love my life. We had tea and made small talk. At one. The second man, who was holding Ana’s mouth, was just a little shorter, but more compact and muscular.The third guy was standing at the end of the bed, with a smirk on his face.This last man was truly frightening. He was the heaviest of the gang; his skin was dark as coal and he was bald.”Well, my boys, I think we hit the jackpot”. He said to his mates…“You think the slutty white lady needs a real man, Bobby?”"I think we need to find out, Lamar” said the man holding my wife’s mouth. Lamar came. I thought that Rahman Sharif was the man for me, but he betrayed me with that fat white slut Genevieve Charles, and my faith in men basically vanished like ice in the sun. I honestly thought I would never open up to a man again, but Roger Duchene was different from just about every man I’d met up until that point. Roger Duchene, the chivalrous Haitian guy walked me and that annoying dog Marduk to my cousin Yasmin’s house and wished me a goodnight. I found it odd that this gorgeous, masculine. It made me smile because part of dressing like this was to satisfy my fem side and entertain men and apparently it was working! I took a few swigs of my beer before lying my head down and falling asleep again in the warm sun. This time, I was awakened by the sounds of strangers.“Having any luck today?” I heard.My eyes popped wide open and I froze in place. Who the fuck is this and what are they doing on this part of the lake? No one ever comes back here! I figured if I just lay still, they’d.