He gently grazed his tongue on the outline of my cock, up and down repeatedly. He tugged off my underwear and exclaimed, "Wow, it's a lot bigger in pe...son than it seemed on your profile." Unsure of whether he was just stroking my ego or being serious I just let out a faint laugh, the nerves still getting to me. Before I knew it, his tongue was licking off the precum I hadn't even realized was dripping out of my now rock solid cock. His lips parted further and then an instant rush as my cock was. Ellen Ward, the lovely lady who was the object of Roger’s affection and desire stared at her phone, mildly amused and a bit confused at the cryptic, midday text she got from her lover. “Babe, we won!” “That’s wonderful, sweetie. What exactly did we win,” she responded? In all of his excitement, Roger had left out a few key details in his text. Actually, he’d left out all the details. He had entered them into a contest on www.AfroerotiK.com for an all expenses paid trip to the beautiful. Adding his religious beliefs to all this just added more feelings of conflict! His curious form of 'penance' for all that; the metal cock cage he'd chosen to wear, was another aspect of the conflict he wrestled with! But...I had to admit...I was taking advantage of this! But did that make me a 'bad' person? Wasn't I providing him with the sexual fulfillment he desperately wanted, even needed?! I hadn't forced him to come to the glory hole. He had chosen to come here. He had SOUGHT IT OUT!. The girl's vision was a spinning, nauseating blur from the eye still able to see, the other immediately swollen and blind; with what little strength she had she rose up on her hands and knees, spitting blood from her lips and making her way back to her previous position before her. "P-please, master... give me what I need... Treat me like what I am....." Once again the young woman began to stroke and pleasure the man's throbbing meat, and again she was struck down. In a broken, pathetic state.