Yet, somehow, George recognized each image. They were the images of his life. In his teens and twenties, George desired a beautiful woman, not just a ...beautiful woman that would go out with him or date him. No, George wanted a beautiful woman that would be willing to be his girlfriend or better his wife. By his criteria, beautiful meant a woman with wide-hips, a small waist, flat stomach, and most importantly, huge breasts. They didn’t have to be naturally large—the rumored French standard. When he came, his cock seemed to swell so much that I thought he was tearing me in half. I felt relief, as his cock slipped out of my well-used hole. I sat there with their cum oozing into my panties when the door opened. It was Stacy and she said, "They have left, but wanted me to give you these" as she handed me condoms. She said, "You are to stay in here for the next 2 hours, offering your ass or mouth to anyone who wants it. One more rule is, if they cum in the condom, you must pour the cum. His face made a disgusted look, as he looked it over and turned it about in his hands. He then handed it back to Paul.Amos: “Looky here white boy. I don’t want no mother fucking watch. Does this look like Park Avenue to you? Nobody around here gives a fuck what time it is. But you do have something of value that I’d like to try.”Paul looked at him with confusion. The black man then motioned his eyes towards my direction. It took us a few seconds but we both soon realized what he was referring. ” I bent over and took him into my mouth, sucking gently and licking all along the stiff ridge of his cock’s head to grow him harder still. I tasted salty pre-cum at his slit and I lapped that right up, tickling that place with my tongue in between the deep sucks, where I took his entire length into my throat. He wasn’t holding the towel up anymore, and instead gripped my head, encouraging me and watching my performance. Occasionally, he’d make a sexy noise or say, “Yeah,” or something like.