Even as he said it, he knew that it was a pretty broad category that wasn’t well defined.“How about we talk with Jack McCullum? I’m sure that he...��d be able to come up with a bunch of activities that if you were to engage in them that it would warrant me taking your license,” Greg said with a wink.The idea of letting Mr. McCullum have a say in if he had his license was a truly frightening thought. He was about to answer when Greg said, “They just called your name. Good luck.”The next thirty. He had me to sit up, while he stripped his off his clothes and stood before me. His semi hard cock hung so perfectly before my eyes.“Do you know what time it is whore?”“Yes Master, its face fucking time right.”“Good whore, you know your place, now open our mouth and let me see that tongue”“Yes Master”I sat there while he smacked and slide his cock up and down my tongue. “How long has it been since you've had a big thick black cock shoved down your fucking throat?” He asked me..“Master, you was. Soon I had two fingers in him and he started begging me to fuck him. Finally I pulled my fingers out of him and he got in a kneeling doggystyle position on the edge of the bed as I lubed my cock. “Hurry! Put it in me, I’m dying to see what it’s like!” Standing behind him I aligned my cock and started pressing it against his puckered anus. Not much happened but I repeatedly pushed and withdrew working my tip a bit deeper each time. Finally, and to our mutual shock, my penis suddenly lurched. She couldn’t take her eyes away – absorbed in the fluidity of seduction, drowning without even attempting to save herself. His touch was warm, inviting – she slipped her fingers, one by one, between his… stroking up and down, caressing him. He closed his hands around hers – the connection was so powerful she felt branded with his fingerprints. They moved ever so slightly, in tandem, like a soft glove that soothed them inside out… his fingers sliding down to the sensitive inner skin at the.