" "My one-eye black mamba has always liked you, Darrell," he replied,humping my fingers and dotting my hip with more precum with each thrust."Couldn't...you tell each time I saw you at the warehouse?" I chuckled softly. "Yeah, it sure liked something in there. Yousure it wasn't Tyrone's hot ass or big dick?" "Yeah, it only had `eye' for you," he giggled. "Smart ass!" I smiled. "But, I think both of us need to juice." His hand slid down my abs and found the thick root of my dick. Heslid. It was a silence punctuated by the sound of blows and of bodies hitting the ground and of groans as strong men exchanged grievously powerful blows. Francine pedalled unceasingly, determined to give the lady Fortescue all the cooling draughts she needed in the growing heat of a ferocious day. Her own mouth was dry, her tongue swollen and her limbs ached as she had never known them to before, but she kept up her tremendous efforts. She was no more than a machine - a lowly Slave Girl - and must. When I saw her I was surprised because she was looking younger than that of the photo.Even though she was not that fair but her body, her curves all made her, her well maintained body and the dress she has worn on that day all made her a goddess. Me and my cock saluted her by standing straight ;) ……. Her size was 34-28-32.We were at first a little bit shy to talk to each other as it was first time we were meeting. So I broke the ice between us. Then we talked a lot had a good understanding. Carol roused from her sleep and looked over at me. She gave me one of her big smiles and then ran her fist up and down her strap-on. She said, " Is my little cunt sucking whore feeling in the mood to pound my pussy?"The sleep had done me good and I was eager to get at Carol's lovely body again. I slipped back in to the role of sex slave and said,"Oh yes Mistress, I want to make love to you more than anything in the world. What would you have me do Mistress?" Carol rose to her knees and took off.