I heard talking and that the whore was in the kitchen ,I turned as I could ,oaah god not 1 but three blacks stood there ,i said oaah fuck steve no but... it was too late.The blacks were delighted at my position my ass in the air waiting for them ,I never did find out their names but I knew what mine was ,"white whore ,slut ,married stencher ,nigger fucker ,they constantly screamed at me as they stripped and started pawing me with their huge black hands .I was scared yet exhilerated then one of the. Getting up yet again, he walked to the door. Sweat still poured from his body. Turning the locks, he jerked open the door. ‘What …’ stopping abruptly in mid-sentence. There was no one. Opening the screen door and stepping onto the stone threshold, he looked up and down the street. It was completely deserted. Swearing under his breath, he slammed the door, locked it again, and returned to his chair. When he reached toward the table beside his chair, his hand stopped in mid-air. It was gone.. While I’m on that massage table having someone else’s hands all over my naked body, I’ll be thinking about my sissy slut waiting for me at home. It’s a huge turn-on to think of you home waiting while I’m out getting touched by someone else. I hope I don’t cum before I get home.”Seeing my cock visibly throb from her teasing, she purred, “You like the thought of other men and women touching me, don’t you, slut?”“Yes, Mistress.”“Well, you can think about it the entire time I’m gone. Just don’t. He just struggled to overcome his tendency towards lassitude and actually go to lectures. On the whole we all got on, sharing duties and so on and by and large Toby knew his place. I can’t actually remember how he came to be sharing with us and he wasn’t there for the whole year, but that’s by the by. The story began when Gemma, Hayley and I were shopping for the weekend at the local supermarket. I along with Hayley had come straight from hockey practice and we were in our full kit of knee.