We talk and I meet him the first time was everything fine and he's open-minded, I didn't read her profile I didn't think about that, I just knew he's ...1 years old but when I back to home and I read his profile I saw that all people visit him was guys and he prefers guys and he's single and he doesn't have problems with any kind of people black white gay straight.... Cool.And I'm waiting for next week to meet again and learn more language, he send me email and he said one guy he will visit him. She would come to my bed willingly, I could teach her how to please a woman and please her in turn. I imagine her cries as she rides my face, my tongue lapping at her fresh young pussy, rubbing my thumb on the little nub at the top of her slit, a finger slipping round to tease the little brown pucker between the large, tanned globes of her buttocks. Fun, certainly, and it makes for a nice orgasm after the weird afternoon I had, but it doesn’t scratch the itch.So, someone less willing. I. She was my cunt to rule. And with that I begun to fuck her hard. With long deep strokes I could feel myself about to come as well as mary was also. Just as Mary pussy started to flow her juicesand watch her shake from cumming, I shot my load deep into her. I fell ontop of her breathing hard. We rested for a few minutes and got up kissing. I told her she just became my fuck slave. She lower her head and said yes. I then told her I would be in the living room waiting for her to bring my coffee to. How in the world did they think they could get away with it?”“I don’t know. They almost did.”“They were nowhere close to getting away. They didn’t even complete their crime before they were caught. Sure, they assaulted me and kidnapped you, but the crime they wanted to commit was rape, and they didn’t get there. Even if they had completed the crime, we knew who they were, and there were witnesses.”“You’re right. It doesn’t make sense.”“It doesn’t make sense; unless they believed that even if.