I was still wrestling with myself when my angel pulled into a driveway in front of a big brick and wood house. I shook my head. When had she become �...my angel?’ I need to get a hold of myself. Forcing my eyes away from her thighs, I looked at the house. Very classy looking. When Gretchen unlocked the door and showed me inside, I was impressed. Tasteful elegance colored everything from the furniture to the artwork displayed on the walls. The subdued, clean and simple look spoke of a great deal. "Such a good whore. I never would've guessed how much you enjoy it when I take you with force, use your holes against your will. But you are such a whore that you can't fight against me for even two minutes before you start to enjoy it, isn't that right, mommy?" he asks."Yes, I love it when you take me like this, Master!" I moan. I'm surprised by how good his cock feels in my ass. All the pain has gone, and now all that is left is pleasure. It feels a bit odd to have a thick cock moving in and. You want it again don’t you? Tell me what you want slut.”For the first time in two days, I heard my sweet wife’s voice, “Please babe, please I want your Black Cock so bad. Please, please give it to me again. Put it inside me – please babe. You own my pussy. Let me feel it inside again. Ooooooh, yeeeesssss. Like that babe! Give it to me! I love your Black Cock. I love it, I love it. Push it babe! Ooooooh!”The line abruptly went dead. I frantically called back. What I hoped to accomplish by doing. She wore a white button up shirt and a black matching vest. Her hair was in a tight bun, with a wisp of it loose, dropping over her face. Tiny glasses hung on her nose as she seemed to sneer over them at the girls. Christina noticed the metal drafting ruler on the waitress' tray. Just long enough to spank a naughty school girl with!They again engaged in polite small talk with the first couple. The woman had shrugged off her purple overcoat and was wearing a form fitting black dress, showing.