..gently in my wet hole.Suddenly, he pounced on me, taking me by surprise and knocking me backward against the soft down bed. He started to kiss me hu...grily, eagerly, desperately. My hands immediately went to the hem of his t-shirt. I took it off and threw it to the floor without a care in the world. Fuck, I could feel his hairy chest against my bare body. It felt so right! “Go, lower,” I gasped lightly. I wanted him on my breasts now. I needed my nipples to be played with. God, his mouth was. Jamilah gave not the slightest indication that she had been my nocturnal visitor. She even commented that she was glad Basheera had decided to leave my hand free. Either she was a good actress hiding what happened from her daughter or my midnight paramour had been Basheera.Basheera did allow me some of my pain meds. Jamilah brought in my vest while Basheera stood in the doorway. I started removing my medical supplies and giving them to Jamilah along with an explanation of each. Jamilah asked me. He jumps down, his cock bobbing up and down as he stuffs it in his pants and zips up. Then he runs across the yard, pushes through a gap in the cedar hedge, opens the back door and heads to his bedroom in the basement. He strips off his clothes and lies on the bed, hand back on his cock, stroking.Those tits, those fucking tits. Love her nipples, the way they stick out. They're a bit bigger than my sister's. She was so freaking mad when I opened the door to the bathroom when she forgot to lock. CCTV and microphones were set in the ceiling, with air conditioning outlets and pot lights. There were no windows. One wall housed cupboards and drawers all of rubber clothing and restraint equipment. A TV and DVD were in one wall, the DVD’s being mostly bondage and fetish productions. A double bed was in the corner, with steel tubing at the head and foot boards. The sheets and pillows were of latex. A couple of easy chairs and a table comprised the living room portion and on bed lay number.