It was going to be so much fun to be a whore!They sat there sipping their drinks. “How old are you Latoya?”“I’m 14 Daddy.”“Do you go to sc...hool.”“I go to Barack Obama High School.”Jerome’s cock almost exploded. It sounded like she really was a high school girl. He knew that pimps could train their hoes to lie, but this slut didn’t seem to be sophisticated enough to lie.“Do you like getting fucked by Black cock?”“Yes I do Daddy. Black cock fucking is the best thing in the world!” she said. I overheard them planning and plotting. They were going to throw a party that Saturday starting at noon and ending, who knew when. I listened and heard them telling their boyfriends to get their hands on some booze and to be at my house by noon. It sure was strange listening to five different cell phone conversations at once.Well sure enough they arrived right on time loaded down with booze and ready to get shit faced.I took a little walk around the neighborhood. I saw Mrs. Brown taking her. I could tell she wanted me to aid but I held strong. I explained how she sucked on his big balls as she stroked his long member. That’s when I noted my husband was stroking himself under the covers as I spoke. And also why I didn’t whitewash what happened next. The two continued their way which for a guy it must be the best job ever, scores of women wanting to suck your cock and lick you sweaty/salty body. I watched with great interest as the second dancer made his way closer and I was very. I could feel the heat between her characters and could almost taste the sexual tension before they even recognized it themselves. I gripped one breast, feeling a little disappointed at having to keep one hand dry to turn the pages. This story was going to be an amazing one, I could already feel it building. As the story progressed, I could feel my own heat building, even in the hot water, my nipples were hard and aureoles tight. I pinched one hard and felt both the small pain and pleasure.