He catches all of it and swallows every bit of my juice.“No Andrew, no more please.” I beg, but he keeps swirling his tongue and rubbing my clit.H...is strong, gentle hands have a solid grip on my hips and I cannot move. Instead, my legs instinctively drape over his shoulders and my ankles lock together. Lost in the throes of yet another orgasm, my legs pull Andrew even closer.“C-c-cumming!” I sputter as Andrew’s tongue swirls over my g-spot.Andrew laps up all the sweet tangy juice, then presses. These are just for fun." Okay. Let's have fun! But turn up the thermostat. I'm cold. And I want you to be as naked as I am, like last time!" I did as I was told, and soon the room's temperature was rising, and so was mine. When my clothes were off, my dick was rising too, to her delight. I proceeded to pose her in a variety of ways, on the couch, on the floor, by the window ... most of the poses I'd used last time, but this time she was nude. I had been right about her. She simply couldn't take. It was a smaller space, with an entertainment center and a dartboard, the main portion of the basement was sectioned off. I assumed it was all the room for the Sybian, which made me wonder how big the damn thing was. I tried the door. Just to check.Locked.Not a shocker, it always had been. I guess some part of me had just hoped. Sighing, I finished off my sandwich and went to watch TV.The next day I found myself back at that door, examining the lock. And by examining, I mean the inside of it. A black man was having sex with the one woman.Zane was moving his hand up and down his cock. His head was thrown back and he was jacking off hard. Eileen just stood there watching him get off and when she started to tip-toe up the stairs is when the stairs creaked, and he turned around.“Miss Eileen is that you? Come over here and show me how cute you look in your cheering outfit.”“I’m really tired. It looks like you are kind of busy.”“I’m not busy. I was just passing time. I sure would.