Touch that wet pussy, little one." I beging fucking her mouth, holding tightly to the blond tresses, and controlling her face, as I fucked into her th...oat. She was gagging now, and the tears were beginning to trace down her face, but I knew her fingers were ticking her pussy and button. She opened wider for me, taking all of me into her throat. "Uhhh...uhhh...uhhh," I was grunting as I fucked her face. She squatted before me, with her juices dripping onto my hardwood floor. Fuck it. Those. It was a couple of hours later when Claire joined Danny in the kitchen; she had been in the lounge writing a letter to Joe after popping out the post office to buy an airmail letter. “I have written a reply to Joe.” She said quietly. “Can I read it to you?” Danny nodded and lowered his head as she spoke. “Darling Joe, Yes you can call me darling. I don’t mind and I am sure that Danny doesn’t mind either sharing his Darling! The first thing is that if you are reading this then you will. After the buyers departure and over coffee Dan explained that he would be collecting Gaye and Gaye alone, at seven that evening to take her and use her overnight, and that Dave would be expected to have his wife ready and dressed for collection ( he left a bulky sealed envelope with his specifications) and he was to be expecting her return next morning at about 9 am. During the week before Dave had had a conversation about this with his wife, she told him that Dan, her master and lover had. The bus pulled into Dallas in the late afternoon. It was June and really hot. I wandered around the city for hours with no idea where I was going. Eventually I found myself in what I was later to learn was a ghetto. Being from a small town I knew next to nothing about the world. I went into a store and bought a couple of fuck magazines. Everyone I saw around me was black or latino – which was strange to me because, other than Butch, there were no black people in the town I had spent my life.