Heck, we've had enough of them around to our house over the years. I was wearing what Nick calls my 'off-duty uniform'; navy-blue t-shirt, jeans and s...unglasses. Exactly the same as the rest of them, in other words ... except my jeans were a bit tighter. The t-shirt too, if we're being honest. God made me 5'3" with C-cups, and if you can't hide 'em then you might as well flaunt 'em. All the guys had sunglasses too so I couldn't see their eyes, but sometimes you don't need to see to know where. Several times he had tried to fuck me in the ass, but his piece was really massive and it was impossible for my asshole to stand it. I felt real pain every time he tried, no matter how much lube we used or how my asshole was stretched. One day he called me to say that he would like to arrange a gangbang meeting for me with some of his friends. It would be all black guys…"Are you willing to be a total slut for one more evening? Nothing will be off limits?" He asked me. I answered I was ready to. "Joshua listened, knowing Ertha was right. He hadn't been fair with Julie, misleading her as he had. "Okay, okay. Just give me one more night and I'll set the kid straight. Then we'll all be in business, again."Julie sat waiting for Joshua's call. He usually called between five and six o'clock and since it was seven o'clock, she was sure he'd call any minute.As the hours passed and still he had not called, she began to grow more and more nervous. He had not seemed terribly enthusiastic the last. I like it like that, it's nice, please."Ian turned to me and Martin and said, "How you doin' with her Marty? still getting your jollies?" Martin slowed down almost to a stop, his cock very slowly easing in and out of me. The orgasm that was building only seconds before gradually died away, I felt cheated and deprived. Martin said,"Yeah she's great, nice and tight but her hole is fucking drenched."Ian said, "So why don't we have a mix and match, we've still got a few minutes." Martin pulled out.