He fucked her deep andhard, breathing heavily along the way. ?You likethat cock, bitch, eh? You like it? You ever had it in your throat, eh?? His hip...worked harder, as his swollen, hot cockhead workedits way down her mouth cavity and into her throat. Donna pushed her head backand into the pillow as much as she could but his hands wouldn?t let her backaway more than few millimetres. She wasn?t going anywhere. She was his to beused. To be used, humiliated and fucked. The manpulled way back. It seemed so strange to be hated by a whole country of people whom she had never met and didn't have any ill feeling against at all. At least, she didn't have any bad thoughts about them until they had attacked Pearl Harbor and killed so many people who never saw it coming. President Roosevelt had certainly called a spade a spade when the termed it, "A day will live in infamy."At the convent she was trained to "turn the other cheek" but she was pretty sure the American people were not going to. A bottle of lubricant and some well placed moans went a long way for a woman: but it was hard to fake a hard-on or cum-shot.Danielle stood before the dinning room’s window and gazed out over the city below. She practiced her square breathing, a technique she had learned long ago in yoga class to slow her breathing. She closed her eyes, shutting out the world around her and took a long slow breath through her nose, paused and held onto it, then released it slowly through her mouth. A gentle tap. She whimpered, previously unaware of his unsatiable need to fuck her, grind into her most intimate of places. He could hear the smacking of his balls against her clit as he worked in and out, over and over. She moaned with pleasure, imagining that he was close to his orgasm. She didn't know it, but he wasn't done with her yet.Because of his intense fucking, she didn't feel the gobs of spit now trailing down her asshole that he was putting there. Her pussy was already so wet that he knew he.