. I didn't think our conversation was THAT stimulating, but hey, you are gorgeous and hanging out with me. I was not one to complain. :) Then you said... "I need to take you home... now.", forcefully. I was taken aback, but liked your confidence/dominance and willingness to know what was going to be done to you and how you were going to be ravaged by me. I replied with intent as well, "Let’s do this".That brings us to here... me on the bed, you apparently in the restroom. You come back with. The head is hitting the back of my throat. I just know you want to plunge your dick in completely. I know you want me to deep throat you, dont you You want to let loose and fuck my mouth like its a pussy, thrusting your sensitive head, over and over again, down my tight throat. You want to hear me moan and whimper, see me panic and struggle against your huge throat-invading phallus. Well do it then. Fuck my face hard. Give me that fat cock. I stop speaking briefly to hear his masturbating hand. It wasn't easy, but I was finally able to do it. I had been struggling for a while to get over the gag reflex and I was finally able to force his thick cock deep into my throat until my lips were planted against the curly, dark, course pubic hair at the base of his cock. I felt so good finally being able to do that for my man. I could tell he liked it too. He was saying, "Only a white ho will deepthroat a niggah like that."He grabbed my hair and fucked my mouth hard, treating me like the slut. Andrew smiled and nodded, “My pleasure Ma’am.”“Call me that again and I’ll Ma’am your hide black and blue,” she growled with a smile.Rather than poke the tigress, Andrew withdrew from the field of battle with all due haste and headed back up the stairs. Using the key, he was able to get back into his room. Before he closed the door, Brena stepped out of her room and joined him. “Where were you? I knocked and you weren’t there,” she asked.Andrew smiled when he answered, “This Inn has a working.