"Whas your name bitch?" and she looked at him as he talked, his bright, white smile caught her attention, "Suzanne," and he kept smiling, "Well, Suzan...e white cunt, your old man threw us out of the casino the other night. Wasn't very nice of him, considering we was winning big, so we just thought we would recapture our losses by winning you bitch. By the time we're through, that pathetic little white cock your old man has will feel like a toothpick to you," and they all laughed. She watched as. She was even wetter now and cum was leaking from her stuffed pussy, which gave him an idea. Lifting her legs even higher, somewhat bending her, he pulled out and making sure he was carefully lubricated in their combined cum, he placed it at her rose bud and pushed. Spreading her arse cheeks wide and watching as his cock slowly pierced her depths was extremely erotic to him. Watching her face grimace in pain was an extra as he slowly penetrated her. The slow penetration was like sweet torture to. “What is it?” she begged to know. “Shhhh!” he silenced her, looking around the living room.“Where’s the telephone?” he growled. She saw he was taking asmall portable tape recorder out of his pocket and inserting aplug connected at the other end to a suction-cup microphone. “I — in there, by the bed,” she stammered as she pointeddown the hall. “C-can’t you tell me …?” ‘In a minute,” he. I listened for a few seconds. Listening to Michaels breathing. Is he awake? Did he hear me? I wondered Nothing. There was no movement from his side of the bed. Just his normal deep breathing. No variations, no gasps, nothing. Just normal sleep. I needed him. I needed him to wake up right now. I moved my finger against my clit and a quiver roller up through my body. Oh my God Im so wet. I moved my hand into the no mans land of the bed, those two feet that separated us while we slept. My hand.