In poker it’s called a tell. Connie was telling him everything he needed to know. “Tell me what you see, baby. You think this cock can satisfy a h...ppily married woman like you? Or are you disappointed? Has Principal Farrell been spoiling you with his big long cock?”“No. Hell no. Not like that. I wish, but no. Yours is definitely bigger and thicker than his. In fact I’ve never seen any cock in person that is the size of yours. Even my vibrator isn’t that big. I hope it fits.” Connie stuttered.. " "I don't want complaints, hunny, I want honesty," she remarked, warmly. "I'm feeling very pent-up, Mistress. My arms feel tired and sore and my little pussy aches," I explained, trying not to sound whiney. "It feels tight, tighter than I can ever remember it feeling. Like it just needs to squeeze around something." "Hmm, that's better. Good girl. You are supposed to be feeling pent-up. That's how I like you; on the edge, desperate to cum, but unable to. Doesn't it make you feel wild?". Fit so perfectly, it was as if she’d never cuddled before. Then there was the rest, but fuck all that.Beauty. That moment. She pushed her sweats and panties to her ankles. Let them leash her like the black satin ribbons he’d tied on her while he lapped at her pussy and ass. Switching on the vibrator, she waited until she couldn’t tell if she was vibrating or the toy.She put the tip at her clit and everything between her legs bloomed. Closing her eyes, she dreamed of Him and her, fucking. I ordered a drink and took a free table. A while later approached me a very young black guy, just in his early twenties. He looked just as a baby. I thought I could be his mother…He smiled as he was holding a glass of red wine and he asked me if he could join me at the table. I just nodded and he sat down close to me.He sipped his red wine and introduced himself as Terry. As I guessed, he was just twenty years old; pretty young for me; but I estimated he would be very well hung, sporting a very.