...? We chatted for a while and I agreed to meet my friends in the club a little later so I could get to know this amazing angel. We chatted, flirted ...nd laughed until the bar was closing. We exchanged numbers and when her cab arrived, shared a kiss, then she grabbed my hand and lead me into the cab with her. What happen next changed my life.We arrived at her apartment and she lead me in were we kissed and before I knew it she was on her knees with my growing cock in her mouth, she sucked and. Her chocolate brown skin barely covered at all, only a blue bikini top and bottom holding her sweet goods together. As I stare, I realize that her body is like an hour glass. She stands at about 5'4", maybe a little taller. The top holding her 34 B tits, down to her flat stomach and slim waste. But her ass, there's none like it. Could probably fit a set of cups on it. As she gets closer, I lean back on the blanket that I brought and smile because it's a wonderful day. Even though this girl. So far I have not had to make that kind of a choice. But I can say that in the right circumstances I am not averse to it."I have certainly given Ronie a clear enough message. The conversation drifted into some mundane chit chat before we called it a night. But I still have some reservations though. Before letting things go any further I needed to be doubly sure. Angelina had told me how she was caught in some embarassing situations when her young men were not really prepared for sex with a. ..? ?I will,? I promised, and slid into her again. ?Oh YES,? she groaned. ?Use your fucktoy... Hurt her for your pleasure... This fuckmeat is yours to use...? I put the big vibrator back on her pussy, and leant over her so that it was clamped between our pubic bones. ?Don't just lie there, tart, serve me.? I caressed the accessible parts of her clamped nipples, and she groaned and flexed her hips under me as I felt her heat building. ?There's a good slave tart, please.