Connor’s instructions to the girls last night. She insisted that they be topless in her presence.“Start tickling her,” she ordered as she headed... back up the stairs. “I’ll be right back.”“Yes, Ms. Connor.” Ms. Tanya said and walked around behind me. A second later I felt her fingernails at the front of my hips. She let them linger while I squirmed a bit. I couldn’t move much. After a moment she slowly raked her nails up along my belly.She was barely touching me with the tips of her nails. My. Then she leaned up close, making her tits brush mine and kissed me on the mouth. Our tongues touched and waves of delight rushed to my clit. Her hands slid down over my blouse, undoing the buttons, peeling it off my shoulders. Then ms bra fluttered to the rug and her nails were scratching at my nipples, raising them expertly.I slid my hands around her plump buns, digging the firm curvature, then down lower, in between them. My fingers met super- sopping cunt-strap. She was hot-to-trot!Even as I. I played different scenes through my mind as I drove. Falling to my knees before him, loving him and satisfying his urges. Him taking me in his arms, pulling me down on top of him as we kissed. Maybe he was verbal, maybe he wanted to call me “Faggot” and “Cocksucker” as I pleasured him. But also, maybe he was romantic, maybe he would have candles lit and soft music playing, maybe he wanted to “make love?”So nervous, but I could not turn back now. I had wanted too long, I have wanted this too. The silly thing was that Doug in his own way was doing exactly the same, he deliberately left his computer on showing adult sites where tiny white women were taking massive black cocks, he left half under his pillow a swingers magazine that specialise in interracial sex. Now you would have thought that with them both leaving such clues it would not have taken long for the penny to drop, but it seemed like hiding things in plain sight simply resulted in them being missed completely.The situation.