When she turned back, Ashad had moved closer so that his face was only inches from hers and he stared right into her eyes."You're serious," Mary said ...oftly. "Girls at your place make that kind of money?" Not all of them," Ashad said. "But you would be something special."Mary shook her head again. "That's a lot of money, but that isn't something I'm interested in." Have you ever had sex with a black man?" Ashad asked her bluntly."No." So is that it? Are you turning this down because you have. The dim light showing her features as her tits bounced with each stroke. Fondling her tits with one hand, she reached down and began to stroke my cock and play with her clit each time I would pull out and push back in, reaching behind her ass she began to cup my balls as I slowly fucked her, picking up the pace to match her pulling on my balls. This was getting to be too much for me, it'd been some time since I last had a good fuck, and the pace was bringing me to edge quicker than I'd. Diane then pulled out of me. I felt an emptiness inside me. The guypulled away from my tits. He had actually bit them and I had little blooddribbling down my tit. I laid there exhausted, used and abused. Dianetold the guard to put me back in the room and to clean myself up. She hadsomething else in store for me. Before I left she said, "Well dear, readyto give me the codes?"My reply in a high pitched, almost whiney bimbo voice, "No fucking waybitch." The words flowed out of me without a. 5-inches cock and more than an average body. Thanks for the compliments on my previous story.You can read it For this story, I received a message on my hangouts from Nikita (name changed) so let the story begin. I received a message complimenting my story so I said, “Thank you.” Then my ISS reader Nikita started asking about my story and I gave her some insights. We then shared our ages and location. Coincidentally, she lived in Navi Mumbai, and her age was 36.Her place was a.