I could taste the precum pouring out of his cock now. He again said "baby, you're going to make me cum." Yet, to his shock, I kept going. Finally he a...l but shouted "Michelle, if you keep blowing me like that, you're going to make me cum." I finally let his cock slip out of my mouth. I looked him right in the eye and only said "I know". I then took his cock back into my mouth and began to go faster up and down on him. I looked back at his disbelieving face. I could tell that he was still. .. i. " then i get a mouth full. It smells like piss and swea and ass.I love it. "How is your lil white slut boy... you call hubby?" I dont answer. I just suck on that big black daddy cock. But I need to be fucked slow and deep to get the orgasm i need. I ask him to "please fuck me i haven't cum since the last time you used me." He takes my hand to stand me up. He leads me down a path a way from the lake. Under a bush and through some vines. I see a blue tarp. As we approach i hear moaning. I. .play..." He smiled at her as he placed a finger to her lips and gently sat her back on the couch."I'll just be a minute kitten, I'm going to get the box of toys and then I'll be back."She smiled widely when he returned, excitement filling her mind and her cunt."Shall we see what we have to play with?" The box was always filled with toys. Painful, glorious toys. Dari stood up and took off her bathrobe, dropping it to the floor."Kitten wants to play in her room, if that's alright. Does. "The attorney droned on for a while as I stared past her and out the window at the bustle on Market Street. I remembered walking down Market Street with Uncle Jack one Saturday afternoon. We were passing a dive, the Market Street Cinema. It was a strip club having the usual posters of beautiful naked women and a barker working the sidewalk, "We got naked girls. Watch 'em do it dog style, hog style, frog style. Come on in." It stopped me in my tracks. Frog style? What the hell is frog style?.