He wasn’t even that funny. The door opened, and her clicking pumps were the first thing I heard as they made their way to the living room.“Ohh wif...yyyyy.” Morgan called, but with no real enthusiasm.I knew if I called back I was going to shout at her, so I just walked out of the kitchen to the living room, where she sat on the couch with her legs crossed. I hated to admit it, but the sight in front of me was sexy as hell. Corporate clothes really suited her. She sat there in her black skirt and. Dad was resolved at that moment to end the fake priest's life, even if it took him years, even if it meant his death, he would do it... He just had to find out a way to get out of the prison.Back at home, I ran after mom as she arrived crying and went direclty to her room. A few moments later, the black man came in and went directly to my parents' room.Standing outside, I heard mom shouting and screaming, and the priest was saying nothing. Then I heard the sound of pants hitting the floor, and. The anticipation is delicious, especially since I can’t see. Suddenly I feel his cock being thrust into my mouth, hard. I almost gag as it rams the back of my throat, but he pulls it right back out and gives me a second to recover before he shoves it back in. I relax my throat as my mouth is assaulted by my husband’s hard cock. I’ve never given a blow job without my hands, and it’s a bit difficult. I decide to let him do most of the work, so I relax and receive his thrusting cock with my moist. You walk towards me and cup my flaccid pathetic excuse for a cock along with my balls. They fit easily into you hand, you look straight at me and just say "pathetic". You tell me in no uncertain terms to kneel in front of your master, which I do quickly. I'm reminded me that I must address you as Sir or I'll be punished, I remember this from our online chat. You ask me "Would I like to see what a real man's cock looks like?", I reply "Yes, Sir!". You tell me to unfasten your belt and trousers.