Our lips separated as he began to kiss my neck. My erogenous zone for sure! I was now panting like a dog in heat, small orgasmic moans escaped me. ...��yes” I whispered, “yes” again. I was his. He was my black master, he was going to have all of me. My hands moved to his belt buckle and quickly unlocked it. I could feel his beautiful black cock throbbing for me, I wanted more. I was made to take black cock. With just as much speed I unbuttoned and unzipped his pants, letting them fall. When I saw her fixate her attention on my stroking hand I could tell she wanted to see more. Turning slightly to give her a full view I began to stroke a bit quicker making my cock stand tall and proud. Taking some spit I lubed the head of it and began to jerk off. All the time she stood there her eyes watching me. When I felt my load getting ready to shoot I dropped my cock and let it just pulse up and down wanting more stroking to let my load out. When I looked back at her it appeared she had. However i did have a few ideas of what i would like to happen,and to be honest they were prety raunchy.we arrived almost at the same time.i was checking the clock in the foyer when she walked through the doors.immediately i was taken aback by her beauty.funny how different people look outside the working environment.we walked to the bar and sat in a booth,more private .the waiter brought the bottle of wine i ordered.we talked and exchanged ideas and after the preliminaries we got to talking. Blood rushed to my face.“Samantha, are you alright? You look a little flushed.” My mother was completely unaware of my current molestation – at the hands of a man both she and my father trusted. I felt so dirty.“Yes, I just feel kind of warm. Don’t worry, I’m not sick.” I managed to keep my voice even.Damien pressed on my clit, rubbing hard at the hot flesh. I wanted to moan – he was torturing me purposefully. My pussy muscles tightened, and I knew I was going to cum. The constant.