Now my wife and I had been playing around with Black couples and she's had a few, male Black friends that she's been with, and while on her business t...rips, she had her routine that she kept very quiet from her coworkers. She always enjoyed her time away from the group and would visit some clubs that were mostly Black, (mainly due to the fact that they were more fun and lively to be around) so when she would leave her group with the usual, "Sorry to call it a night, but I'm just a little tired. . Billy's dick was harder that it had ever been in his entire life, and it twitched on his belly as he lay worrying the maid's hanging udders with his eager mouth, suckling on the fat nipples, eliciting moans of pleasure from the older woman... Becky raised up then down slightly, removing her right nipple from his hungry mouth. "My turn, now, Mister Billy," she whispered with a teasing, slutty little smile."I think it's time you got Miss Becky's 'special thing'..."She lowered her lips to his. What could not be easily seen from a distance was a rim of stone, rocks, wood and dirt twenty feet high surrounding the hole. The wall of massive timbers around the hole kept this from open sight. It also hid the actual size of the hole from view. She stared in dismay at the shear width; it was over three hundred feet across. "Ok, now I see why they warned me repeatedly about getting in and out." She studied the walls and saw they were glass smooth, no handholds to be found at any point she. He tried both hands, but was still stymied. Finally he sat back.“Okay, now try it,” said Bobby.Eric didn’t move. His face took on a look of worry.“I can’t move my hand,” he said. “I can’t move my whole fucking arm!” His other arm moved, and then dropped like it was dead. I was pretty sure it felt dead to him.“That’s enough, Bobby,” I said.Eric lifted both arms and flexed his hands.“Okay. I get it. I understand now. You are, in fact, the scariest motherfucker on the planet,” he said. “Can I have.