As she stared at the bulge forming in the man's pants, she was again roughly spun around to face the master and forced to her knees. Oh my God she tho...ght, is he going to do what I think he's going to do?Her silent question was answered a second later when he pulled her face into his crotch and she felt the heat from his massive cock against her cheek. He was thrusting his cock against her face and she trembled at what she knew would happen next. He ordered her to pull his zipper down slowly. “There are sexy women of all colours and nationalities. But… ”The rest of that line was 'a sexy black woman is the sexiest of all', but I regretted using the word sexy in the first place, in case she thought I really was some kind of fetishist who was turned on by her ethnicity rather than her personality. Which was partly true.“But what?”“I’m sorry,” I blundered, “I shouldn’t have said you were sexy.”“Oh, thanks,” she said. “You mean I'm not?”“You are,” I said. "I think you are," By the little. After some time, the Sultan grew bored with this. Putting down the candle, he unlocked from the helmet the dildo inserted into the reclining woman's mouth. As soft moans and muffled pleas escaped from the round opening in the black helmet, the man took a larger, double ended dildo from the table and held it up for the brunette to see. As she watched, he slid one end into the wet cunt of the blonde, helmeted woman and then slid that same end which was wet with her own secretions into the. "It was called The Cider House Rules," she said."By John Irving," I said, thanking whatever gods there may be that it was a book I was familiar with. This was not entirely a coincidence. Nina and I, we'd discovered earlier in our relationship, shared the same tastes in literature."You've read it?" Yes I have," I said. "A very astute analysis on the issue of abortion. Very good book, one of Irving's best I think. I particularly liked how well the characterization was done."She sat up straighter..