"Do not speak." He whispers in my ear. I nod. He escorts me to the bedroom. He turns me and helps me sit down on the bed. He takes my shoes off and ki...sed my right foot. He gives both of them a rub. I arch my back. I twist my wrists. I know I can escape if I wanted to. Nick starts to run his hands up my legs. I open my legs so he has total access to what ever he wants. I hear his hands on the nylon. Nick stands up and moves me so I am lying on the bed. My arms are pinned behind me. Nick moves. Within moments of reaching this wooded area she had opened my pants and extracted my cock which was already in a state of rigor mortis at the thought of this moment. I just didn't want to come too quickly. Her long slender brown fingers gently wrung my cock and I saw an expression of approval on her face. I knew that she prefered white men, although she never really explained this to me. I asked once out of curiousity but the subject was quickly turned to another matter and I never brought it. I could feel the dildo creep out just a little held in only by the thong. I want to be on the cheer leading team. Whatever it takes. ‘I can do it.’ I told myself.I began the routine and tried to ignore the dildo wedged into my tight crease. But with each move I could feel it sliding around. Sometimes it would wiggle side to side. Other times it would slide in and out. My cheers were louder and sharper than ever. The further into the routine I got the more excited I became.Before I. He was angry, I could tell. Without a word, he yanked my skirt up, grabbed one leg, put it on the table, grabbed the crotch of my nylons and ripped them open without effort. One hand pinned my hands behind his back. The other hand, I knew what was coming. The familiar cold feeling. No fingers this time. Just his rock hard baby maker. Knickers yanked aside, one had over my mouth, dread filling my veins, the it happened. Pressing his weight down on me, one massive thrust. 9" into my bowels. I.