You should have seen her expression - pissed!"You have to do what I want, don't you?" She groaned when I added a second finger. "That's why you look t...e way you do, because it's what "I" like. You can't refuse me either, can you?" The look of utter despair was obvious. "Why haven't I seen you before?"She looked down at my bandaged right hand. I'd recently been diagnosed with dominant (I'm right handed) Dupuytren's Contracture, a disease of the hand. Surgery had been just over a week ago. I. Then I felt a tap on my shoulder. It was the second black man, who had seen me through the window and had come around the house.His black cock was still hard, after fucking Ana’s pussy…He grabbed my head and made me bend over to his dick.“You are a good cuckold and also a faggot, white boy…” He said.He made me open my lips and shoved his dick into my mouth.“I have filled your slut wife’s pussy. I still have more for your ass…”Then he unzipped my pants and made me bend over the window.While I. I shaved my sac before making my way down my legs. When I was done my skin felt so soft and smooth I was amazed. My cock was as hard as it has ever been. I wanted to give it some attention but resisted knowing it would be better to have him take care of me. "Oh damn, I'm not going to his house. Stop thinking about him." I had to tell myself. I dried off and started putting moisturizer on. My skin felt amazing without the hair. I pulled on a clean shirt and shorts. I checked the clock seeing I. Especially one as big as him. He dropped our bags and stretched his back, muscles rippling beneath scarred, swarthy skin. He smiled, the bone piercings adorning his face—eyebrows, nose, and lips—moved. It made him look so uncouth, so dangerous. You would never know how intelligent he was.“She is always frisky,” grunted Thrak. “I bet you wore you crew out waiting for us to return from Drakin Castle.”“I had to keep them in line,” she purred. “You were gone a month wandering in that dreadful.