"Yes, Master," I replied, and I turned towards George.
Smiling, he pushed me to my knees on the cold concrete floor of the garage and unzipped and dropped his pants.
I gasped as his cock emerged - long and thick, it was darker in color than the skin tone of the mans face, the tiny slit at the tip glistening with a thick ooze of pre-cum.
He grasped his thick tool with one hand and held my head by the hair with the other as I opened my mouth and offered him my tongue.
Looking up into his eyes, I saw his naked lust as he slapped my face with his cock, smearing the pre-cum on my cheeks.
He groaned as he positioned the head of his monstrous cock on my tongue, then he thrust his hips forward, pushing inch after inch into my warm mouth and down my throat.
I did my best to accommodate his girth, suppressing my gag reflex and allowing him to fully fuck my face, and he set up a steady rhythm in and out of my mouth.
The vibrating egg was still inside me, held in place by the harness - suddenly it came roaring back to life, I guess Master Frank must have turned it back on.
The sensations began to build in me again, compounded now by the taste and smell of the large black cock slicing into and out of my mouth.
I moaned in delight around Georges rigid member, reveling in the feelings of pure lust and the knowledge that I was utterly helpless, being taken by these two strange man I had never met before this morning.
Without warning I saw a bright flash of light - Master Frank had produced a camera and was photographing me blowing this large black man!