It was only yesterday that she learned that her escort for the dinner was going to be Billionaire Bruce Wayne. There had to be, she told herself, at l...ast a thousand women in this city that would’ve given almost anything to trade places with her tonight and given the chance, the short haired redhead would’ve gladly done so. Unfortunately, there was no way she could do it.It was no secret that one of the reasons she’d gotten the coveted position was due to Wayne’s position on the Library’s Board. "What are you thinking about, dear?" Nothing, Madam." Very good, dear; very good. And now that you have no thoughts, we will fill your head with sleep, instead. You are very sleepy, aren't you, dear?" Yes, Madam. Please ... please make me sleep now." Very well, dear. Close your eyes and sleep. Now."Penny found herself sinking down, down, down into a wonderfully sound sleep. She didn't know how long it lasted, but something nagged inside her mind. Something wasn't right. There was someone who. While he was licking and munching I would throw in an occasional comment such as black guys really know how to fuck a white hole or I'll be back tomorrow so make sure there is more black cocks for me because one isn't enough but when I asked if his big nigger dick liked my tiny white pussy , my husband stood up with another erection ( once was always his max). At this point he literally fucked the crap out of me. Afterwards with much effort I finally got him to admit to his IR addiction. I told. Excited as I was, I was still nervous about his size. Lowering me at the foot of the bed he told me to strip. His thick hands quickened the process by feverishly unwrapping me.Once I was naked, his face lit up.“Jesus… you are fucking perfect, David, nothing turns me on more than a small body like yours,” he enthused.For the next several minutes I felt like a Ming vase that had just been purchased by an adoring art collector. His hands caressed me in a state of wonder. My head, shoulders, neck,.