When I returned, he motioned for me to sit on the recliner between his legs. The parted robe revealing his semi-flaccid cock. I noted that he had a to...el covering the seat cushion. "Smart boy," I thought. He held his cock out of the way as I settled carefully on the cushion between his legs, not wanting to accidentally hurt him when I sat. He released his cock to rest comfortably against the small of my back. Gripping my waist he drew me closer, pressing me back against his chest."You deserve a. Now why don’t you show a little neighborly hospitality to an old man?” He saidI tried to hold back the tears that were trying to well up in my eyes. I wasn’t willing to let him see my fear; I looked him straight in the eyes and said “Please step out of my way.”He quickly grabbed me by the hair; it was so fast I didn’t have time to blink.Son grabbed our stuff, yes pa. He gathered their belongings as I was being pulled off to a different path leading down the hill. I struggled as much as I could. Almost without remembering myself, I looked around, and none of the passers-by was already gone, but at this moment I didn't care, I took my small Russian cock out of my pants and began to masturbate right on the bench. Such a divine blonde would never even look in my direction, I never had a girlfriend, but this black bull was fucking her like the last whore in front of me, and I jerked off to it. At the same time, I realized that here he was the new master of this world, a black man with a. If this was a cartoon, not only would his face be turning red, as it was, but you’d be seeing smoke coming out of his ears. All the muscles in his body tensed, and the big vein in his neck bulged out like a tree trunk. His body started shaking uncontrollably with the rage he was feeling; it was enough to actually scare his seat mate a little. The rage was so acute it took a few moments before he could speak again.“WHAT?!” He roared loud enough that everyone in the plane compartment looked at.