His hand, those big hands clutched at my hair finger intertwined there in ever curly lock as he pulled my face to meet his thrusts. I tried not to moa... as rivers of my nectar poured from me. Pain always made me so excited but we all like it a little rough. I could here him breathing steady and even but my breath was coming in short quick gasps, not from lack of air because deep throating is my gift, but from excitement. The sheer power of him I could almost feel him deep in my pussy.. I could feel his thick warm fluid all over my mouth.He immediately grabbed my face and said ‘Swallow it”. I swallowed it while he was holding my face. I then sat on my seat and took some rest. I was in severe pain from my hair being pulled.After 5 minutes, he asked, “Are you ready?”“Again?!!” I exclaimed in disgust but I secretly wanted to feel that cock inside me. I may not get another chance like this. I decided to fuck him then and there.He tilted his seat behind and removed his pants a. Well That just did it for me I walked away trying to be as quiet as possible.I went back to work "on the inside " to get ready for the night crowd.all the usual thingsI was suppose to be doing I still had a big hard on I looked out through the doors.The doors were metal framed with partial upper glass so you could see out .They were not in the car when I looked out through the doors maybe they went somewhere . It's around four pm now there was still about one in a half hour before the rest of. With that, I drifted off to sleep. Manfully ignoring the little voice at the back of my mind telling me how good it had been, and it could be better yet. Next morning, I woke up feeling refreshed and well rested, despite my turmoil of the previous night. It was a Sunday, so with no work commitments I planned on lounging around all day, possibly watching some sport in the afternoon. Around 10am, there was a knock on my patio door and I discovered that the sport had come to me! Standing on the.