Luckily, I had not turned on my ready companion, a voice activated Olympus voice recorder which my friend allows me to put near his head when he is go...ing to tell me a story. “All right, Bob, turn on your recorder. I think you get off when you are in bed just listening to these little stories of mine,” my bed companion laughed. When my recorder was in position, my storyteller continued. My friend must have great telepathic talent. “It was getting late in the afternoon and I was on a very rural. "Face down, please."I climbed back on the table, now naked, and laid down on my erection,burning with humiliation and excitement.Her latex-gloved hands on my buttocks made me jump, and she shooshedme, like I was a child. Her fingers all over my back side, every touchsending shockwaves through my exposed body, from my curling toes to myhead, checking everything, even pulling my butt cheeks apart andrunning her finger over my puckered rosebud, making me moaninvoluntary, sending my erection to. Ana took him in her mouth. The other black painter also stripped off and then he put his cock into Ana’s mouth too. While she worked her mouth between those black dicks, the guys were pinching her nipples and finger fucking her wet cunt.Anita got up after having her second orgasm. She walked down the hall towards our bedroom telling the black painters to follow her. Both black studs grabbed my wife and threw her on our marital bed.The first one grabbed Ana’s legs and spread them wide; so he. ‘Keep an eye on this one Edgar. If he tries anything, arrest him,’ the guard who was giving Jason the run around said. Edgar nodded as his superior went in search of Dex who hurried into the lobby. ‘From now on Samuel, this man has an unlimited pass to me or to Darius. He is a friend of mine,’ Dex told the guard. Samuel nodded and muttered an apology to Jason. ‘What’s wrong with Netalia?’ Dex asked Jason. ‘Shella got a call from Memorial Hospital an hour ago. Netalia’s been hurt and told the.