Me? I was anxious. The night before, Ron, Tony’s boss, had me on his bed, and plundered my body, as I willingly surrendered myself to him. It was a ...apitulation of the senses, and surprisingly easy. Between the delicious feel of Ron’s bed, the silky slipperiness of my own dress, and the erotic taboo of not only betraying my marital vows, but doing it with the aid of a black man, I had no will to resist it. Or him.Tony had returned about fifteen minutes after Ron had finished filling my body. Oh no. Of course not. My hands were locked together and my mouth was hinged open wide as could be with no hope of reprieve: fact. I looked at him with fear, unsure of what to think about my new circumstances but realizing that I was indubitably confined to them. I looked at Gene, expecting some kind of assistance. There was only compassionate apathy in his eyes; he was obviously intrigued, and with no intention of intervening."Don't be afraid, little one. This won't hurt too much. I think. Not that Ricky considered most Burgis males that pretty it the first place. Yet it was obvious that corruption was eating their souls, as far as he was concerned. It made them very ugly in his eyes.He now wondered how far down the path Kerr was. Micky hadn’t mentioned a foul stench coming from him once her items were activated. So maybe he wasn’t quite as corrupt as these men as far as using corrupt magical items went. His soul was definitely black, but that was different from the smell of evil. She is out of breath. I move up to her and kiss her hard, she doesn’t mind tasting her pussy, it is all over my face and mouth. I kneel at her head level and undo my trousers. My cock is dripping wet, her eyes are still closed as I inch it towards her face. It rests against her lips. She open her eyes to see what this wet hot thing is against her mouth. She recoils at first, then looks up at me, knowing she is to return the favour. She open her mouth and I push forwards. She licks the head when.