"Josh, now that I am claiming you as my husband, I can hardly wait for you to fuck me. Please, can we go to bed right now? I need for you to fuck me s... bad that I am starting to hurt." Sure, 'wife, ' if that is what you want. I just do not want to push you into something that you are not sure about." Josh, you are too sweet for words, but let us go now before I explode!"Mary practically dragged me to my bedroom, and there I found Charlotte and Ella Mae waiting for us. Both were naked and lying. She didn't wait for me to make up my mind. The next thing I knew was her swinging her big long cock side to side and using it to slap me. It hurt just as bad. I could feel it starting to swell up and becoming harder, which made my face hurt even more. I couldn't take it anymore. If this continued, I would surely pass out. With out me even realizing what I was doing I opened up my mouth to allow her to see that I was going to abide by her wishes and service her man meat like a good little white. The only choice was, at first, distasteful, and then, like the evolution of my emotions about living with a scarred face, totally reasonable: A call girl.With someone who does this professionally, several aspects of my search are eliminated: no hunting, no rejection, no embarrassment and disrespect of anyone I don't know, and no long games of persuasion. It was simple, I pay her, and she comes to me.I was about to find out, and receive the biggest surprise of my life.In one of my now infrequent. "Oh, Dalia does her own nails and quite well, don't you think," said Kimberly, "I really like the bright red color she chose, it's nearly the same color that you are wearing." Oh, it is, isn't it? Hold out your hand and let's compare," exclaimed Patty. I was forced to hold out my right hand, with fingers extended, while Patty put hers next to it. I was thinking my hands were fairly pretty, but next to her delicate and soft hand, mine looked large and coarse. A look of triumph crossed Patty's.