Although it was our firsttime, I could tell Mustapha had been with countless women and men. He wasan experienced lover, but this time it was different...for him as well. Hewas in love with me, and his penetration was yet another, more intimateway to connect with his woman.Mustapha strongly believed in slow sex, so he paced himself in his climax.He continued for about half an hour, slowing down every time he felt hewas on the verge of cumming. This way, he knew his final orgasm would besomething. .. where am I?? I tried to move my arms, but they were immobilized by my side. I begin to panic, wondering what the heck I?d gotten myself into this time. Then I heard another rumbling above me.Hissssssssss pbbbbbbllltThe pungent aroma filled my lungs, and it came back to me. Taylor. Those were her massive, fleshy globes hanging just above my face. I remembered the night we?d had, the things we?d done. At first the experience had scared me, remembering how dominant and humiliating she?d been. So ... playing the romance game with him lightly, and evenbringing him off now and again, is probably smart. Dangerous, but smart.It's the girls who reject him outright that he really gets fixated on."Sandra continued, "But you he honestly likes, and he's like a hound dog.He'll not let go of your scent, but he may grow bored of the hunt after awhile if you don't reject him outright. But for god's sake, Leona, becareful. Make sure you and he are always in a crowd. Worst case scenario,quit.. He raised his hands and cupped a tit in each. He gently squeezed and massaged them. When he gently pinched her nipples, Heather pushed her chest out and cooed. “Oh Dave, that feels so nice.”After several minutes of letting Dave fondle her tits, Heather stepped back a bit and reached down to his belt. A short time later, his pants lay at his feet. When he stepped out of them, Heather bent over and picked them up. They too landed on the chair. Dave was left in nothing but his boxers. His cock.