I was surprised to notice that after my so needed relief, my hardon had not gone down, it had stayed in the upright position, not really understanding...for a moment what it wanted now. Because of the business stress back home, a nagging wife, everyone who wanted a piece of me I had almost forgotten how to use it. I was a bit famous, or should I say, well known back home, so there was no place to hide. That had taken its toll to my sex life and difficulties getting it up, or keeping it up, so. She cried out and I continued to pound in and out of her for ten minutes non-stop until I felt my cock swell and my cum spill into her warm depths. All this was caught on the video camera. She lay still under me, breathing deeply. I pulled myself out and rubbed my cock over her hips, gobs of our cum transferring from my cock to her skin. I checked the clock and saw that we still had another hour. She rolled back onto her back and I released her leg and untied her arms. "Get up!" Sliding. The day before I was fucking around on the CB Radio; playing with the new toy and being as raunchy as Bill would allow. I messed with a number of guys until one broke in to say that, ‘I got somethin’ make you shut up bitch…then…scream for mama.’ Bill and I laughed about it but the guy persisted – in a nice way. From the voice and accent, it was clear that he was not only black but, from down south. One of the states where, fucking a white girl, could still get a black ass hung. We talked. She pulled back my hair from off my shoulder. I caught the pearl earrings which I had bought for my girlfriend as a present. Only they were in my ears. "Why?" Was my only response. "Now! Now sweety. I know how much you love admiring the ladies. So I thought why not just admire yourself." Sarah unhooked a strap and tossed it over my right side. Then she tugged on the cape revealing the rest of her handy work. My mouth went dry. I was wearing a tight red dress. Most disturbing was the.