He weighs 290 pounds, all muscle. I weigh about 120 pounds. He is black, I am white. We look great together, and the upside to the size difference is ...hen he decides to throw me around, there is absolutely nothing I can do. When he bent me over, I had no choice but I wouldnt have had it any other way. I love it when he hits it from the back, because I can feel his cock in my stomach that way (and when Im on top). My naked ass was in the air, and he was pounding into me, and I heard a car. Yes,” I told her, surrendering, knowing it was true and not just in this moment or because I need to come. It was simply because I realized I couldn’t deny her anything she asked of me.“Good girl,” she said, smiling. Not her usual cruel smile, but a soft warm one that felt almost like a secret whispered between us.“You going to make her come now? You promised I could watch.”“Yes, but not now. She still needs to earn it.”As for me, I just let out a groan of frustration, unable to tear my eyes. I stopped and smiled at the sight, before continuing on.I got to Roger's about 11:15. All the lights were on and the door was wide open. I walked in to see the surprise of my life."What the hell?" I demanded. Roger was sitting on the couch, nude. Kneeling before him, also nude, were his mom and his sister Becky. The two of them were sucking his cock. Roger looked up at me, but the two women didn't move."Where's Jessica?" he demanded."Home! What the hell is going on?" You gotta go get her! You. I can't tell the difference. But never having the courage or encouragement to cross over into that dark world of uncontrollable lust and gratifying depravity. The fluid was moving in more forcefully now. I was feeling the alcohol slightly. The girls were massaging my ass and legs. Now firmly. Sylvia started to grind on me. They girls pushed my ass forward and down to meet Sylvia’s rising pelvis. I felt her Kegel muscles start to grip and release the instrument of my divine enslavement. Slowly,.