He was immovable, and hit me harder, yelling again, "Where's the money?" and feeling my pockets for a wallet.Before he could tear my wallet out of my ...ants a larger black man appeared. He kicked my assailant in the ribs. When my assailant turned around, my rescuer hit him in the jaw, knocking him out. "Are you hurt, sir?" he asked me in an African accent."Not as bad as he is," I replied. "Thanks a lot. You came just in time." I wish I had come sooner," the black man said. "I think he hurt you.". I went to touch it but stopped as Paul was there, he gave a small chuckle."While I carried to the bed I took the time to put some ointment on your backside, it was a bit sore. You'll need another coating later on today, but if you feeling a little better I'd try to get some sleep." Paul said watching me closely.I realised that my stomach wasn't moaning away now and I quickly finished off the cup of soup and snuggled down, the warmth of the soup running through my body as I fell asleep.I was. I just waited to cum. He steadied his hip movement and made me come closer. I started to pump faster and faster.As we reached the climax, our moaning increased and panting like dogs, we furiously fuck till our cocks started to spurt cum at the same time. Like a machine, we shuddered and pumped till all was drained – me inside and he on our stomachs.I then collapsed on top of him and he lay smiling with his thighs and knees wide across the bed. His gentle lips brushed along my chin, cheeks and. It’s you the one that I wanted to talk”Talk with me? What she wanted to talk with me?“Eh… sure, sure… come over… so, it happened something? Is there any problem?”“Well, it’s not kind of a problem, Rob. It’s more of a ‘confession’ I need to make”“Confession? Sure, go ahead. I am not a priest, but you can talk everything you want to me and I will listen”“Right… Anyway, since I got divorced from Roger, sometimes I feel myself a bit empty, like I feel that something is missing, that I need.