John could hear her breathing hard and feel her breasts pressing against him.He knew she would have her orgasm almost immediately after he entered her... Her whole body shuddered, and he could feel her relax the grip her legs had around him. They slowed the pace of their thrusting and fell into a slower rhythm of lovemaking.Ms. Peterson had removed her hand from John’s back and was lying with her head on the pillow, eyes closed and her lips slightly parted. Paula pulled the covers up past her. His work with the agency would doom any marriage attempt. The idea of raising a family was even more unthinkable. He was always going away, sent on long and dangerous assignments in hostile locations. Marie never found any man among her people who could accept her strong personality or her witching ways. As for any white man who might accept her culture, her lifestyle, or her beliefs and abilities—it was simply unthinkable.They sat in companionable silence. Steve returned a soft squeeze when. In less time than I would have believed I'd been silenced and immobilized. I did try to cry out but even as I did I knew that no one would be able to hear me. The ball gag was large and foamy. It muffled my yells almost entirely. There were holes in the ball gag so at least I could breath. Holes that closed if I tried closing my mouth. Marty left me on the couch and came back shortly with a bag. The ropes around my wrists were replaced with soft manacles from the bag and clipped securely. Not terribly hard but enough to get my attention. “Listen, princess, we like Mr. P. He is a great boss. You, we don’t much like. You got my cousin fired from his restaurant job by complaining he was staring too much at you. Giving you want you really want. A brother's attention. So, don’t make me tell you things twice. You’re just a rich white ho to us. I told you to fuck my cock with your tanned titties!”I kept staring in shock. However, my hands pushed my massive boobs together around his.