After few minutes he again started to kiss my nipples and press my boobs. I was surprised at his stamina. He had just fucked me for half an hour and n...w he was all ready again. This time he started to finger my gaand. I asked him to keep it for any other time as I was now all his. I am not running anywhere. He too agreed and started to pinch my nipples. I too was aroused again and he then placed his cock over my lips and I started sucking it. He too licked clean my cum filled pussy. We were. He began to unzip his pants as she begged. "No stop, lets sort this out, uh no, uuh"The sight of his fat brown cock springing upright made her gasp. He was roasting with the humidity and decided to strip fully his small muscular frame hairy and overweight. Yes he felt an inadequate specimen apposed to his statuses captive, but revelled in the revulsion he could see in her eyes as she realized this fat dirty man was going to fuck her without mercy."Oh God, no... Aggg, shit, shit."He yanked down. I sank in my chair. Now what? What can I do? I clicked over to one of the chat rooms. Feeling discouraged, I thought I’d look at the pictures and maybe I would see Master Jason. I looked for some time without success. I was sad, discouraged, and about to sign off when I received a message. Welcome back - Master Jason. That’s all it said. But I couldn't acknowledge him; he wasn't taking messages from me. Then another message: Get on Skype. No excuses. I turned on Skype and saw him sign in. . Chris was standing there waiting for me at the end of my driveway, wearing a blue plaid button up shirt with jeans. “Could you ever look more attractive standing there in the moonlight waiting for me to be ready?” I said while giving Chris a wink. “C’mon, let’s just get you drunk and on someone else’s couch” Chris said. “Hopefully laying next to you, sexy” I said. “You always have a sexual remark ready to come out, don’t you?” Chris joked. I said “You look nice, looking ready to come out for.