You just sit there, and be virtuous, young man, so you can report to my mother that we were proper little churchgoing church mice! “ She crossed her...arms, doing interesting things to her bust in the process, and continued, as if in an aside. “Harrumph! Not interested in my soft brown body! Don’t want to fool around, the least little bit! I heard that white boys were only after my black booty, and you—YOU-- cannot be bothered to take advantage of me, and my weakened defenses, when I’m simply. I felt one of her hands reach around and grab a bum cheek. Using her strength she drew me closer, forcing my cock towards the back of her throat. As she was lying back on the table I knew I would have to set the rhythm.I started slow, but was soon thrusting back and forth, fucking her face with my only goal being to cum as soon as I could. With Jessica penetrating her lower region it seemed like she was also getting close to her climax. Each moan that was muffled sent vibrations up and down my. Now my attention was so fully commanded all else faded into the background. A fire could have erupted and I would have paid it scant attention as I stood enthralled by the vision before me.Her hands swept over her breasts lathering them with soap suds. This I found to be extremely erotic. Her hands paused then began caressing her breasts; did she know she was being watched? Had I revealed myself somehow? Were others watching? I noticed her fingers and thumbs teasing her nipples as she kept. After while she pulled away and asked softly, “Do you feel dead?” I most certainly did not.“Have we been ... I mean did we... ?” I felt like an idiot.“No. You haven’t been up to it so far. I haven’t given up hope, though.” She threw that off as if it was just a saying.“How long have I been here?” I asked. She looked at her clock. It was nearly ten. I wasn’t sure if it was morning or night.“About 34 hours,” she said calculating. “It’s Wednesday morning.”“My God,” I said. “I need to check in..