"Black, two sugars." Mr. Howe replied sheepishly. She walked quickly to the kitchenette, closing its door behind her and began to make the coffee in t...e percolator. It was a small windowless room, one wall lined with a counter top, sink and cupboards stocked with food, tea and coffee. A big fridge stored all the alcohol used to entertain clients. She was annoyed once again with Clarke, she was happy to do anything he asked but she would have preferred a conversation about it. Putting a smile on. It wasn’t long before our cocks were quite hard. Large, blue, tortuous veins bulged out along the shafts. Over the years, because of the thickness and weight of my cock, I’ve developed a slight downward angle when erect. Ron on the other hand, at least in part because his dick is a bit thinner, and in spite of the big cock head, has a mild upward curve and slant to his hard on. My foreskin is long and loose, at least in part due to the fact that my wife often plays with it. I stroked the skin. ‘Go Figure.’ I said. He flopped forward face down. I picked up the riding crop and started a conversation. I spoke quite normally but with almost every word I bought the crop down on his ass and then his shoulders. I told him about how I had always had difficulty reaching orgasm and how the first real one had been when I was given the cane in the school principles’ office. I told him that she had known what had happened and given me discipline at regular intervals during the last eighteen. It was his second time and I don't think he did 10 strokes before his ass convulsed in a nut emptying spasm. I was thinking about taking another shot myself when a huge black man with 10 or 11 inches of hard dick, lifted her to all fours. His cock head looked to be the size of a peach, and his shaft had to be six inches around. I stood there mesmerized, as he put it in slowly, inch by inch, as this petite woman, moaned, screeched, and grunted as inch after inch of that man-horse buried his meat.