I picked up my phone. At Patrick’s inquiring look, I said, “I’m just going to leave her a message. I’m so worried.”He nodded and then cleare... his throat. “So, do you want me to go home? I can go home. Give you time.”Letting out a deep breath, I shook my head. I’d committed myself to this path. Some, who knew Patrick and his ways well, would say I damned myself to it. And I wanted him to stay, no matter what. Enough vacillating. It was time to pick a decision and stick to it.“Stay. I’ll be right. I fell on my back and he sat down, pushing my long legs and spreading them very wide. He shoved again his fingers up my slippery cunt and he laughed, saying I was ready for more cock.He then mounted me and before I could know, I felt his huge black cock sliding inside my pussy, stretching out my inner vaginal walls.The black man pumped me hard during a long while, making me scream and beg for mercy, since his hard pounding was really hurting me. I felt my poor sore cunt was on fire…But again my. "I don't even know why they keep sending me these, I already have a drawer full of nighties that I don't wear anymore," she continued.That was all he needed to hear. The next day, after his sister headed to work and his mom and dad headed to their jobs, he once again stole into his sister's room. Without hesitation, he headed to the drawer that held her nighties and very carefully removed one from the bottom of the pile and then headed to the basement.Once hidden away from the world in the dark. .. My throat, my pussy and my ass are so sore from having to shove all those things in them.”“I take it then you didn’t get to have anal sex with Roger. Did you?”“Yes, I did. After we rested a bit we did the anal shots you wanted.”“How did that go? Did you like it?”“Yes and no. I was still a little sore back there, but I finally got the chance to feel him in me. It hurt a little, but it was a good hurt, if you know what I mean. I only wish I could feel him in me having normal sex.”“Don’t let.