His cock was huge, it gagged her when he jammed through her lips and hit the back of her throat. She still her hand had wrapped around the shaft, stro...ing it and it was still that deep in her throat. She unconsciously squeezed her thighs together at the thought of being penetrated by something that long and thick.The oral rape wasn't a long one. At least the first one wasn't. He had made her perform fellatio on her, had insisted she take him deep into her throat. She tried for five minutes. My sense of humor leans to the corny and we’d joked once about a Budweiser beer advertisement where someone hands a woman a rosebud and says, “This Bud’s for you,” and while it’s a lame opening line, I was planning to use it anyway. When Rosalind’s face actually materialized in the crowd exiting Customs, all I wanted to do was have my arms around her and I held her for God knows how long before saying more than “Welcome to America.” “Thank you,” she said in that wonderful English accent, so. My husband would kill me if he knew what I had been doing and with who I was doing it with. I'm not saying my husband is a racist but he does think black people are below him, that's for sure. So is that why I did what I did, or was it Harry huge strong hands on my body bringing me to life. From my first orgasm I never wanted anything more in my whole life, or felt anything even close to what I felt with Harry. When the water cooled off I got up rinsing the suds off wrapping myself in a huge. Sam heard her crying quietly."Sally..." Sam said as she touched the younger woman's shoulder. She hesitated when she couldn't find words. "You... know that this... this can't continue. We agreed on that." You agreed on that!" Sally whispered through her quiet sobs."I just can't risk my reputation. It's not just me that I have to think about. It's about my husband and our families. What about your family and friends?" Sam pulled Sally until she was in her arms. She turned her tear-streaked face.