I felt his head hit my lips, then my tounge, and then the back of my throat. He grabbed my head and started to work that dick in and out of my mouth. ...radually picking up speed.I loved feeling that dick get hard in my mouth. Feeling it grow. Hitting further down my throat, even making me gag. He fucked my mouth until his dick was rock hard. He pulled his dick from my mouth and told me to get on the couch. "Take off your clothes and get the lube, you fucking slut," he demanded. I stripped as. The glorious masculine head throbbed in my hand, the flanged crest protruded outward from the shaft. “My God! Charles! Oh! Charles!” I writhed just thinking about it. I knew I had to have it.My husband still breathing heavily next to me. I pushed him a little and moved him further toward the edge of our bed to give Charles even more room. My husband snorted once, turned a little but went back fast asleep. Charles finger never dislodged from my sopping wet aperture but continued stroking. A black man. In it he told me how she had been set up and now loved black cock. Here's part of that letter. And no, I don't have pics, but he told me enough about her that I believe it. She has a mark or two on her that he identified.He told me this. Said that he ran into her at a college football game and for a few weeks kept talking and sitting with her. Then after one game gave her his business card and told her to call him if she ever needed any work. Which she did call him. He had her to. I was afraid of her; after all she was my owner. She saw that Iwas afraid and trembled. She came over to me and hugged me. She said sheheard of mannequins coming to life and was so lucky to have one herself.I then told her how the moonlight makes me come to life and how the girlsdressed me as a girl. I also admitted that I tried boy's clothes but theydidn't feel right.She told me that I should wear boy's clothes in the shop window when Iwas just a plastic mannequin, but I could dress up as a.