“By the looks of this wet spot, here, he really enjoyed MY show, and final unveiling of my Playboy worthy ass, didn’t he?”“Believe it or not, ...ynette, I really enjoy seeing how you respond to the things I do to you, as much as I get pleasure from the things you do to me.” When I felt her fingers slip under my waist band and start to pull my boxer-briefs down, I finished, “I’m a big-time visual person, so seeing you and your responses, and now your actions ... God! That just makes my boat. I shuddered as I penetrated her again, still overly sensitive, and feeling drained. I didn’t want to stop her, I wanted to please her, to make her mine. I took comfort in the thought that I didn’t have to do the work, and as long as she kept me hard, she could do as she pleased. Larger jolts of pleasure shot through me as I suffered in bitter-sweet torture of my lover moving her hips up, and down, against me. She moaned as she tilted her head back, enjoying herself to the fullest extent. Her. I struggled, pleading and begging him in tears to stop; because he would tear me apart with his huge erection.But the black man did not stop; I saw him smiling at me, saying he loved to fuck slutty married bitches in the ass.Reaching out, I managed to struggle against those two men holding my body pinned down to that filthy bed. But I only heard more laughter and the pain in my tight asshole became unbearable, while that thick hard cock kept going forward inch by inch.I felt his warm breath on. ”The man cockily said, “Not for us. We’re going to take everything back that was ever taken from us. You will die watching us breed your ladies.” My finger must have slipped as my gun went off and the man’s head came apart. Then there were two.I didn’t want the bad guys to be able to run off, so I slit the cinch straps on all six horses. The saddles stayed up as the horses were tired from being run hard. I looked around the front of the horses and saw a man running at the horses with a pistol.