"Please no. I don't wanna!" I said as I tried pulling away, but the black mans hands were kept firmly on my head. Making me look into the eye of his m...ssive cock. "Now you're gonna find out how black cock tastes white bitch!" He said as he pushed my mouth around his prick. My mouth was suddenly ingulfed with large cock and a very salty taste. His pre-cum. The texture of his cock was actually....good. I tried to get free but the man had a nice grip on me as he literally started to fuck my face. Meanwhile she hangs her head, will not meet his stare, afraid that if she does, her eyes will surely deceive the inner turmoil between desire and aversion for the man."Such sullenness, so willful..." he mutters, "I'll discipline those faults out of you my girl."Still she will not look up at him, instead her eyes are rivetted to the floor. She presses her thighs together tightly. She dare not speak to him, fearing her voice too will betray her, will give her away. Seconds later she has no choice. She appreciated me that it was like 10 years before sex. She asked the reason behind it.I told her that a sex chat online made me do this. So she also got interested in that stuff she requested me to show that. So, I gave her a laptop and introduced her to my son as my wife. I gave complete freedom to my wife to flirt with my son. She initially resisted but later found it very pleasurable so we continued doing it every night.As days go on we chatted everyday discussed incest, mom son, father. She stood to ask someone to dry her body, but before she could ring the bell, the door swung open. Galla, the old woman in charge of cleaning and prepping the whores for clients looked grim faced. Sweetheart. She paused, and Callia was puzzled at the sympathy apparent in her eyes. Im sorry. Cassius has asked for you again. Come. The birds and butterflies in her stomach dive bombed, and she turned away from Galla to hide her smile. Whatever this feeling was, she enjoyed it. * CASSIUS Dont.