He always liked spanking me with my butt plug and I figured if I could turn it sexy that maybe he would back off from whatever his intentions were fro... the belt. I sat on the couch and waited.He arrived home about 15 minutes after I did. I was sitting on the couch with the belt laying over my lap with the butt plug on the coffee table when he walked in. I didn’t say anything as I was actually kind of bristling about him not answering any of my text messages. He walked around, dropped off his. She answered her cell and whispered, "Darian, what do you want?"I responded, "You," I responded matter-of factly.Still whispering she said, "I told you the last time would be our last, I am married now."I chuckled and said, "Tell you what Mrs. Simmons. If you really believe that fine, I will never call you again. But if you ever want to feel my black cock in your pussy again, I expect you to be at McClaren's Pub in 30 minutes," I paused before finishing "and dress to please." Before she could. I sat, loaded my borrowed musket with buck and ball and waited. Pretty soon the rest of the bunch showed up with a body across a saddle. I watched the officer detail two men to dig a grave, another pair to prepare the body and the rest to build up the fire and get a meal started. He then went into the tent where the women had been cached, leaving the flap open.I wondered whether they would start raping them before or after they buried the dead soldier and had their supper and felt unhappy about. She swirled it about my crown, stimulating it. My balls tightened.“Damn, Mom,” I groaned. “You're good. Fuck, you're good.”She sucked harder. She moaned as she did, the humming sound vibrating around my cock. I groaned, my nuts tightening. The pressure grew faster and faster. I wanted this to last. I wanted to keep enjoying this forever, but...I was eighteen and it had been a month since a girl had touched my dick.“Mom!” I gasped as my balls erupted fast.They exploded.The cum fired out of my.