On our drive home, she said “Ok....that was fun, but I need more. I want fucked hard....real hard”!I knew just the man for the job.I called Rob.Ro... is a 6‘4“, 40 year old black man. He is a sports medicine physician. Rob is very muscular and very healthy. He has a VERY THICK 10“ cock between his legs. He kinda reminds me of the black actor on the “Green Mile” movie. He typically works five 10-12 hour days but this was a Saturday and there was a chance I might reach him. Gracie has fucked him. I don't know when he'll be back." Jeff had coached him.I could break him but it wasn't really necessary."However long it takes, I'm staying. I hope you can sleep with the lights on."He had been coached, but not prepared for this. His shoulders slumped in defeat, he went to his desk to study. I sat on the couch and opened a book.He gave a sigh of resignation. What could I do, Jeff? She forced her way in and wouldn't leave. And that would be accurate, because I wasn't going anywhere until Jeff. All the material for use the next day arrived by evening and Ron looked curiously at one box labeled, "Extremely Fragile, Handle With Extreme Care!" What's that," Ron asked, "it doesn't look like anything we used last time." It's a special hematology sensor," Joyce said smiling excitedly, "I'd show you how it works but it's best kept packaged up until one is prepared to use it." Ron, Joyce," Ana said, "Come on, it's time for that marshmallow roasting and I want to hear some stories!"Joyce. I wanted to get Roland’s anger flaring; one way to do that was to have the thieves start wagering on me as the favorite. For that, I needed Jasmine and her skills. Her beauty was more than enough to keep them watching; however, it was her fighting skills that drove them wild. My odds of winning went from being the three to one underdog to even money the next day.Two days later, after a very hard and difficult workout, my odds improved to a seven to five favorite and then the whispers started..