"Pull my shorts down." I did and his hardening black cock hit me in the face. "Kiss it white boy." I did and noticed a musky odor, not freshly washed ...ut not much sweat either. He had probably showered about two to three hours ago. For the first time ever, I was turned on by a man's odor. "Worship my black cock boy. Kiss it while I lie down on the bed, and suck it like it's the only thing in the world to you." My tongue started to dance around his beautiful mushroom thick cock head. I started. Too good a dog."We walked outside to the car. Helen was dejected and had little to say. The man wished her luck, and we drove off.About a mile along the road her thoughts had absorbed her attention a little too much, and she failed to notice a wide truck coming in the opposite direction."Yipe!" I shouted, pointing.She reacted instantly, swerving to the right, but overcompensated, and the car's right side went off the shoulder into a deep gully.The car was not damaged, nor were we hurt, but. The dork was in the shallow end because he couldn't even dog paddle his way to the edge of the pool. There was a group of college boys playing with a small football right next to us and I noticed that we were the only females under 40 in the deep end of the pool.I watched Ivana get in and out of the pool a couple of times. First to get her goggles and the next time to check her watch still sitting on the lounge chair. I knew exactly what she was doing. The little tart was making sure those four. The way he was thinking was insane. She had cried and told him she wanted it to stop and he had pressed right on, but somehow that was all right. The thought of her crying because he had hurt her in a way she had not anticipated and did not want, on the other hand, made him feel sick to his stomach. Could the two types of pain really be so different? In the moment, he had given his sadism free rein, something he had sworn to himself he would never do again. Would he really have been able to.