“You sound just like her,” chuckled the five-foot-ten-inch, two-hundred-twenty pound man.“Go ‘head and take you a drink. I’se get some after...you.”They continued sharing alternate guzzles as they heard the sounds of fiddles and laughter from both the big house and the slave quarters. Fred had drunk a much more than his smaller former play buddy. Yet, both were a bit tipsy.Encouraged, Fred started, “Roman, you know how a man gots a natural attraction to woman?”“Yes,” the dizzied house slave. Were you thinking about me when you did it?" I went right to sleep. I thought we were going to be friends, Bea? How come you like to tease me that way?" I don't know what you mean. How could I possibly be any friendlier? I give you two free shows at all my goodies, offer to suck your little weenie for you, and you claim that isn't being friendly?" Is weenie the same as tally whacker?" Yes, but don't try to change the subject. What have I done that wasn't friendly?" You keep trying to embarrass. Having been used to a variety of young cock that never seemed to lose its stiffness even after I had encouraged yet another fountain of cum from the hanging balls, I was, let me confess, a little less enamoured and disappointed in how that aspect of my new marriage was working out.However, he didn't seem to find his performance lacking and once he had shot his load it was to roll over and continue to be 'Mr Nice Guy' and to let me find my own amusement thereafter. Not that he was ever aware of. A look of disgust came to her face as the taste of his cock filled her mouth. He began to slowly insert more of himself into her until he hit the opening to her throat. She gagged when she felt her esophagus fill with his hard meat. He started fucking her faster and faster until it started to hurt her. The tears running down her eyes didn’t stop Ken, instead turned him on more. He thought that there was nothing sexier than a woman crying in pain. He grabbed at the straps of her tank top and.