I cried again and begged him: “Take it easy, you are killing me”But he was not smiling when he answered: “You wanted to be treated like a real s...ut, my white married bitch, well, here you go.”He continued fucking me so merciless I could hardly stay on my hands and knees as he continued plowing my pussy so hard.I again pleaded with him to take it easy, but he grabbed me by the hair and redoubled his v******e, fucking me even harder and faster.I started crying telling him he was hurting me but he. I was actually grateful he hadn't added ice. The burn of thealcohol was somehow comforting. Then I added, "So we'll have to bechanged to fit."As I said it, I considered the impossibility of what my words meant. Ilooked down at myself. I was five-eleven and fairly well muscled. Oh, Iwasn't a jock. I had only played a couple of years of football in highschool - I was too light to be very good. No, I was a class brain, butgood enough looking and personable enough that no one ever held itagainst. My fingers started to roam over her stomach and circling on her navel, after sucking her both the melons my lips came down to her bellybutton and licked her navel. This made her shiver and she was holding my hair tightly. I kissed all over her stomach and rubbed my face over there. My fingers started to caress her triangle while kissing her navel; I removed her pant and made her nude leaving only panty on her body. I get down from my bed and filled her naked beauty in my eyes, I sat on the edge. ”Mrs Walmsley just looked at me steadily for a few moments. She shook her head slowly. I don’t think she was too impressed, but I also don’t think she was actually cross. She took her daughter’s knickers and carefully folded them into my top pocket so that just a tiny triangle of pale pink showed. There was no sign that they might be anything other than the hanky they appeared to be.She stood back and looked at me critically. “Turn around,” Mrs Walmsley told me after a long moment of critical.