Burt kept his hand on her throat choking her enough that she'd suffer, yet not enough that she'd pass out. Her head began to pulsate as tears ran from...her eyes. Gasping for air, she tried to breathe but couldn't get enough air in. He smiled at her; a sickly, evil smile. His cock was rising in his pants pressing hard to be free. Unable to draw her eyes away, she watched his cock grow as his excitement built. Fear was controlling her now.Her head swam thickly, and all she could see was that ugly. I pulled on the tip of his condom, and it was so tight it was actually difficult to remove. Once I got it off I gave him a few strokes with my left hand while I used my right to bring a Magnum up to my teeth and rip it open. I put the new condom between my lips and leaned forward, using my lips to roll it down his shaft.He groaned as my mouth placed the condom on him, sending his tip to the back of my throat with only a little bit of effort. I wrapped my fingers around the base to keep the. He showed my pics of his grand c***dren and they were clearly bi-racial and said his daughter was married to a black man. He also showed my pictures of his wife and told him I couldn't believe she was a grand mother. She looked much younger than him but she was only 6 years younger.He usually dropped me off in Springfield for my home time but one weekend he asked if I would like to spend a couple of days at his place since he knew my wife was going to be away with family while we were scheduled. She came back at around 3 as usual and started to act normal.I felt like asking her the truth but thought to be slow with her;Me: How was the work today Sangita?Her: As usual tiring..Me: what job do u do in the cafe? I mean what does a FSS actually do?Her: managing the staffs and processes of the restaurant..Me: Must be a tough Job??Her: it is..Me: Do you even work somewhere else or it is the only job you do?Her: no it is the only one..Me: I saw you boarding the train to city this morning.. I.