I could almost see her mind quivering as much as her body. Was she to be brutally ****d? Dare she resist? How was she to act? Indeed, how was she expe...ted to act? All was new, all was terrifying. This was what it meant to be a slave. To be at the mercy of a man.I went to her and took her by her dark locks, forcing back her head until her white throat strained and her breasts were crushed to my chest... feeling the hard core of me pressing into her belly. With my other hand I fondled her. Eventually I got her to fantasize with me. I would pretend to be someone else and make her come. The truth is we both got off on the fantasy. Believe me real life is much different.I have always been a jealous man. It bothered me even when my wife talked to other men. But fantasies were different. When we finished making love she cuddled up to me and we went to sleep. No one ever got hurt. I had no idea what my wife's thoughts were after a rousing round of fantasy sex. I took it for granted it. During all of this, D continued to stroke his unusually large cock, my lady peeking at it every now and than. What was she thinking? Did she want to play with it, did she want to suck on it, did she want it pushed deep into her pussy? I do not know and probably will never know. However, the afternoon proceeded nicely with an in-depth discussion regarding the movies, the actors ( men and women) and what they were doing – sucking and fucking. Why were the men so big and why did the men . Her ass clearly visible down to her bare pussy lips, she was mooning him!Arrian couldn't help but laugh, which caused him to lose his balance and began to tumble down the stairs.Miranda watch horrified as he fell and tumbled.She pulled up her pajamas and ran to him at the base of the stairs.When she got to him, she turned him over and was rewarded with him laughing even harder than he had been before."Damn, girl! That ass of yours is damn near fatal." He mouthed betweens bouts of laughter."Oh.