She would have to shampoo her hair again, several times, before going back to work. On the more positive side, she found that she could grab the botto... of the mattress which helped her to keep her elbows as high as possible. This relieved some of the pain in her arms and some of the tension around her throat.“Yes. I won’t be able to take notes, but I have a good memory,” she managed to joke, in her strangled, hoarse voice.Though he loved the feminine tenor of her voice, it sounded even better. Petra, face down on the bed, arse in the air. Carl licked her arsehole, like a person licking an ice cream on a hot summer’s day. It tasted divine. He slowly inserted his lubed finger down her, followed by his middle finger. He spat on it, to make it a little wetter and got ready to put his cock in. Petra closed her eyes as she felt Carl’s cock slide into her. He pushed it in gradually, spitting just to make things easier. Before long the whole length of Carl was inside her. Her rectum felt. Her: "You wouldn't be able to handle it!"Me: What do you mean?Her: "It would kill you watching a black guy fuck me."Me: No, I would love it. Why do you think it would kill me?Her: You think it wouldn't bother you to watch a guy with a big cock fuck me? Or to watch me having orgasms on his BBC? Black guys fuck hard, and I would be screaming, cumming, and he would fuck me however he wanted. It would kill you!"Me: No. I want you to be happy, and experience a BBC. I think you would love it.Her:. “It’s not something I like to advertise,” he went on. “You just never know if people like you for who you are or for what you have. But now you know. The chips are on the table.” “Don’t worry, we still like you,” Rachel said with a smile. Josh went on. “The fact is, I think what we have is special, and I don’t want to see it end. So, I have a little proposal for both of you. I know you’re both scheduled to fly back stateside in the next couple of days, but I have something more interesting in.