She feels his warm cum in her mouth and enjoys every second of swallowing his load. She proceeds to lick his cock, making sure she gets every drop of ...is cum. Still catching his breath he opens his eyes and looks at her. She looks up at him, smiling, knowing she is his good girl. "I love you sweetheart..." She whispers softly. "And I love you..." He whispers back to her.Then he makes her stand up again, her body pressed against his. She reaches for his cock. "Oooh, look at it now..." she says. I was desperate for a fuck but couldn’t bring myself to ask Bob to stop what he was doing. I could have stayed there all afternoon… all week… maybe longer. “Why is no-one answering the fucking phone?” Dick was filled with such rage that he didn’t seem to notice that I was naked. “Shit. Hits. Fan,” Bob muttered, wiping pussy juice from his chin with a filthy rag and pulling his coveralls over his rampant cock before turning to face Richard’s raging storm. “Are you shitting me, Bob? Are you. Want to go watch?’ He glanced at his watch and nodded, offering his arm to her. ‘Yea… we prolly should head inside.’ As they entered the group of people again, he escorted her through toward where they’d left Lance with his mount. There were all kinds of noises and booming speakers and cheers. The horse was a bit spooked. Her ears kept swiveling this way and that, and then were laid back and she’d bare teeth. Once when another horse jerked near her she threw her head and practically yanked. He was clearly stronger than her, so her physical protests went unheard. “Bitch, where do you get off talking to me like that? Who do you think you are? You are just a stuck up white cunt who needs put in her place.” The words shocked Megan back to reality. Instead of realizing she was in harms way, her attitude came back. “Don’t you touch me. You can’t talk to me like that. I will not have a black man talk to me that way. You………. nigger.” There it was, the word that she knew she shouldn’t have.