“I’ll pull out. Can I squirt on your ass?” he asked with a sly smile.She laughed softly. “Yes, you pervert. You can squirt it on my ass. Just ...on’t get it in me.”As he began stroking her again, his tempo building, I realized what an opportunity sat before me. I eased out of my chair and slipped quietly out of the office. I walked lightly across the dining area to the storage room door. I smiled as I saw that it wasn’t completely closed. ‘Good’, I thought, ‘it won’t make noise.’ I slowly pushed. . Caesar! Near... near a century ago, girl, when... when I was just a squallin' child, he came with his pack... but I remember... remember well! Yes... I remember well!" He... they... the pack came last night, Granny," Jean said, fighting the dryness of her throat. "A girl... a young girl was raped... actually raped by him, or one of them... !" It was him! He did it! Caesar... and I can tell you why!" the little wizened woman said, momentarily leaning forward. "They killed his mate! Link. I hear you gag a little. I pull out and ask ‘you okay, baby?’ ‘Yes, please don’t stop,’ you respond. I go on, keeping a good steady rhythm, getting close to the edge. But I want to fuck you now. I pull out of you and slide down. Your legs spread in anticipation, but I have other plans. I flip you over, hands still bound, and put your ass in the air. I allow myself on last lick as I pull my pants off. I shove my dick in your twat and I feel your body recoil against me. I put my hands on your. I fell flat onto my belly, panting for breath, Sean didn’t relent he kept pounding me in prone bone, using my white, body like a sex doll. He pumped and pumped, drilling me into the mattress, his hands by my sides, his hips thrusting away as I screamed and screamed and came again. I was getting the fuck of my life, the added excitement from Sean being black and a stranger I had just met only fueled my hunger for pleasure, I wasn’t the fittest girl at the time but the sexual need and want, gave.