I simply enjoyed looking in your eyes while talking more on that night, then I ever enjoyed it again in any situation with anybody. We touched each ot...er, smiled at each other and enjoyed it, but on that night there was no trace of sexuality in the air.Then you looked at me wondering “I picked you up in the morning, and you flew for 12 hours or something. You told me that you didn't stand waxing. How come your body is completely free of any hair or stubbles?” I smiled at you answering honestly. At that moment I was so happy, not because the punishment had stopped, but because I was owned. This beautiful black bull owned me. A few more thrusts for good measure and he pulled his cock out of my ass. I remember feeling it slide out, that feeling of emptyness, leaving only a gapping hole where his cock once was. He stood before me and slapped my ass hard, "Hey! Don't you move, I want my cum to stay inside you! Got it?". I turned to look at him through bleary eyes, tears still. The words I have mean nothing compared to being able to sleep soundly at night, to work my ass off and come home to a decent pot pie, to make love to someone who truly feels love for me. I owe you so much … ‘ ‘Don’t, Jacob. You don’t owe me anything.’ ‘Yes, I do. I do owe you but don’t mistake my indebtedness for pity.’ Jacob moved closer, his hands on Pieter’s knees. ‘I told you that you were a liar before and you’re trying to lie again.’ Tears squeezed out of Pieter’s closed eyes and Jacob. We laughed and smiled a lot: we felt like teenagers again, and I believe this was part of the appeal of what we were doing."Uh, Alison," I said, rolling my eyes with her naked form kneelng between my legs, "if you do that, you're going to get my load in the wrong place."She ignored me for a few seconds and carried on sucking. Then she pulled off and said with a naughty smile: "Where do you want me then? I think we're going to have to see to this hard thing before lunch, aren't we?"She was.