When she looked up at him, he dismissed his stare only too slow. She sighed slowly, making him panic slightly in worry that he had offended her, since...it had become evident that she could guess motives with great talent. ‘It was me.’ She said, looking directly at him, almost commanding his eyes to look into hers, ‘I killed all of the defenders here, but I had no choice.’ She reached over and took his hand, her magic calming his nerves suddenly, ‘I am sorry, but you will just have to believe me. What could be better than this? Vincent was bringing seven of his black, muscular fellow guards over to fuck me and now I had ten more black muscular teenage black men from down stairs more than willing to fuck me. Paul and his apprentice construction workers went downstairs into the basement. No sooner than Paul and the hot black, muscular ten teenagers went downstairs when Vincent and his fellow guards arrived. They all came in the back door and were hot, tall, muscular young black men. It. Since she lived about 120 miles away and rarely came home; I hadn't seen her in years. At 37 yrs old; I was a horny divorced mortician. My wife had left me about 8 years ago for the lead singer in an up and coming rock band. I hadn't had piece of live pussy in at least 4 years since women don't gravitate to morticians. I kept my self sexually satisfied by fucking my clients and had actually entered the funeral business because of it. I didn't know quite what to expect out of this date with. Debbie - “What time is your flight in the morning? Mine is at 10”. Me - Confused, not sure if she is offering a ride to the airport or looking for one… “Mine is at 8”. Debbie – “Well then, mister early bird, we better get to it.” My questioning look is no surprise to her. “You thought I was an amusing tease, playing while we bide our time in this fascinating airport hotel.” That is when her hand landed back on my thigh and slid slowly toward my growing erection. “We are going upstairs, to my.