Rob smirked he turned her phone around showing her the video of her screaming as she acknowledged how big his cock was compared to Joe's, then casuall... while slapping his cock around her face he opened up a message attaching the video file. "You promised, you bastard" she tried to get up and pull away. Rob held her hair and forced her back down, his cock slapping her cheek again. "I said I wouldn't fuck you unless you begged me to, your choice now beg me to cum in your little pussy or don't,. It felt magical. My face tingled as his mouth enveloped my cock completely down to my balls. His hand was holding my balls before slipping lower to find my ass. His fingers spread my cheeks apart and found my hole. It was so much better than when I play with it myself. He pulled his hand away and sat up to get a bottle of lubricant from the end table. He put some between my cheeks and on his fingers before taking me back in his mouth. The feeling was amazing. When I was close to shooting my cum. Hell horses do it all the time but sometimes it is for a reason. I looked over to find the Indian’s blanket empty. I listened carefully to the sounds of the night. Even as I listened my hand moved closer to the Colt handgun. If it was to be close combat, the Colt was the weapon of choice. I could not imagine a situation in the dark calling for the long gun. I spent several minutes trying to place the sound. I couldn’t pull a similar sound from my memory. I knew it was buried somewhere in there. I got an inch off the cover before the masseuse grabbed my head from behind and pushed it back down. "Oh no, mister! You must stay down right now. I'm getting into the deep massage right now". "Babe, are you okay?" "Yes, porky. Just let her massage you, okay? I'm just really tight in my thighs. He's very sk-skilled" She continued moaning. "Mister, to get better relaxed for you, I need to sit higher on you," my masseuse said. "Um, that's okay," I said. She inched higher on my back and hooked.