He did that for a bit, while slowly bending me more and more, and going deeper and deeper. There were a few times during all of this where I did make ... sound of discomfort, but he just kind of touch my head and said "you'll be ok". I could tell he was enjoying himself, so I didn't want to ruin that. He then stopped for a second, handed me a pillow under the blanket and told me to cover my face. I didn't understand why at first, but did what he said, and he threw the cover back over me. He then. You’re going to give me and my business... competitive advantage.” Competitive advantage? Is that what I am.... competitive advantage?“Yes, you’re competitive advantage. You’re white, your married, you’re the icon of the white suburban housewife, you’re sexy and you’re a really good fuck. You’re exactly what many black men dream about and with you I can deliver that dream to men who can make my business very successful. So.... you’re going to work for me.... right?”Yes Marvin I’ll work. The fire crept up Bubba's pants legs and caught the rest of his clothes, which proceeded to burn off his body. Bubba was painfully burned by the ordeal, but not dead, yet. The fire was then spread to surround Bubba in his chair, but not to actually touch him. The heat was slowly raised until Bubba's skin began to peal off as he began to bake. When the air temperature reached 250 degrees, Fahrenheit, Fire Bringer let Bubba simmer. At this point, the flames never touched his body, but fat began. .. a cock slid into my virgin hole."Oh God!" I moaned loudly, allowing the cock to slip out of my mouth, as a pleasure I hadn't imagined existed (this unexpected fuck so much more intense than my fingers or my toys) instantly coursed through me.And although I should have stopped him (whoever he was), instead I allowed my virginity to be taken by Mr. Somebody-or-Other as his cock kept boring deeper and deeper into me."Fuck, is she tight!" the guy groaned.I decided he needed to know, as I.