Maybe because I hadn’t really thought about it. In the stories I’d read the men where always well hung and seemed to enjoy using white women in so...e sort of racial gratification. Still I found myself in a chat-room and in no time was talking to a fellow Brit. His name was RealManUk. The same said it all and he quickly announced himself as a true ‘Bull’. When he asked me what my interest was I didn’t lie. I had to admit that it was the reason I was there. Maybe I hadn’t realised it fully but he. He was going in and out of that beautiful woman asshole, looking at the gorgeous body he was controlling. His eyes wandered around her body. He could see the Tattoo of Knowledge in her forearm, the one that allow her to find the answer to what she was in need to know. The Tattoo of b**sts on her biceps, that gives her control over the a****ls. On her shoulder, the Tattoo of Confusion, to cloud the mind of her enemies. And finally, on her ankle, the Tattoo of Nature, that grants her power over. She looked at him with skepticism while he looked at her with adoration. ‘Thank you but I don’t have a beautiful face. I have a plain face. If anything, compared to what men think are pretty and compared to celebrities, I have an ugly face,’ she said wishing that she worn more makeup and concealer than she did. She always wanted to have her face done ata department store’s makeup counter but she never had the extra money to buy all of the makeup that they’d no doubt pressure her to buy. ‘What. I tensed my body involuntarily."Harry, relax!" Sienna said soothingly. As I relaxed she slid her cock slowly into me so I could get used to the feel of it. "How's that feel, Br0?" Mmmmmm nice" I said. Before I could say another word she started sliding slowly in and out of me. It felt good, really good, better than what I thought it would be. After what seemed like hours Sienna increased her action. Sometimes she would extract herself from me, bash her rod against my butt and then plough back.