Since there conversation the day before, it appears that Jo and felt some of her mojo return. Instead of seeing Mark as the jailer to her life, she ha... now started to see him as the liberator.They had returned from the clubhouse early the previous evening, where Jo had attacked him the moment that the door had closed. Plastering him with kisses at the same time of forcibly removing his clothes. She had needed to dominate the lovemaking, pushing him onto the bed and pushing his hands away from. I was fiddling with the stereo when I heard the door open, and saw my man getting into the passenger seat. We kissed again before I pulled out into traffic. Clinton rested his hand on my leg as I drove, and I couldn't get the smile off my face. I missed the turn toward our normal exit and he asked what was going on. I told him I'd had a late start, and needed to stop at my sister's before headed home to pick something up to take to my Mom. He sighed, but ever understanding, didn't complain. . His eyes smoldered as his lust rose from deep within. The huge Moor warrior was ready for more pleasurable things than his usual killing lust of battle.The big black man moved silently forward, holding the young woman's gaze as if he were a black adder taking its prey. She gasped when his large battle scared hands closed over her delicate white shoulders.She never made a sound when the big black warrior picked her up in his massive arms and carried her to his pallet. Still silent as he pulled. Now that there was definitely no mess left to film I put the camera back on the tripod to film our subsequent activities. We kissed and hugged, my face becoming as messy as hers, and my clothes beginning to stick to me as she rubbed her body against mine, grinding her soaked skirt front against my boner, transferring goo to my trousers. Getting down on her knees she fumbled with her slippery hands to undo my flies and pull my trousers down, releasing my semi-hard cock, while I removed my shirt.