But she did, however, accept his offer to have the ironing done each week. Ironing was something that she had never learned to enjoy, but then who doe..., she thought?It also left her time to plan their wedding, which, although it wasn't going to be a big, white wedding, Stephen insisted that it be something that she would enjoy and be able to remember fondly. They agreed to have the wedding itself on the lawn outside the National Carillion, which had to be booked well in advance, as it was a. I told him to stand by and I would find out if it was ok to start moving her stuff. When I went in the door, I was checked immediately for identification. I asked why there were so many officers to search just one house. I was politely told to ask the DA and then he said I could find him and Sarah in Sarah's apartment. He said, "The second door on the right" when I looked at him in a puzzled manner so I headed that way. When I walked into the room, Sarah was deep in conversation with a man I. " He pushed his cock into my mouth. I tasted the musky flavor but didn't dare reject it. I started to bob my head on my cock and use my tongue but he held me still so I couldn't. "I'm going to fuck your fuckin' face!" He shouted at me.He got a good grip on my skull and thrust his dick deep into my mouth. He hit my throat with it and kept pushing. I gagged on the massive tool but didn't put up any other fight. He moaned and then picked up the speed of thrusting. In and out of my mouth. Jamal's. Your legs were spread and you were wearing only the tiniest of panties. I allowed my hands to move closer to your inner thighs and you again asked me who I was. Your voice was strained, and deep, coming from within your lusts, almost uncontrolled. I leaned in toward your ear and allowed just a hint of my hot breath to wash over you… Your breathing stopped and I gently brushed your lips. You gave me no response and so I allowed my hands to gently touch you down there, where your body heat was.