I kissed his cock and then for the first time in my life put a cock into my mouth. We stayed that way for ten minutes. He sat up and leaned back forty...five degrees on the pillows. He lifted me up so that I was facing him and then he lowered me onto his manhood. It was seven and a half thick inches. Never before had a penis hit my back wall or displaced my womb. By shifting his legs up and back he raised and lowered me four inches up and down on his shaft. His huge gentle hands cupped my and. Even though Eddie was in the room, we talked as though he wasn't there and he did not make a peep. Roxanne told us these were the rules. In her world, men were never to speak unless they were spoken to first by a woman. Eddie was her husband and full-time 24/7 panty slave. He did whatever she told him to do immediately, without any question or backtalk. Eddie worked full-time as a lawyer, 60 hours a week, while Roxanne lived a life of luxury and leisure. She worked less than 10 hours per. Tish, on the other hand, harbored deep sexual repressions, her frustrations with her fiancé growing as each day the wedding grew closer and she now realized she would be sharing her bed with a man who could not totally satisfy her. Put the two together, stir in a little desperation and she was ripe for the picking. He had of course been careful, straddling the line between too much aggression on the one hand which would have frightened her (that was why he had picked the library where. It will be that being of(what is it the tenth, or fifthteenth, or twentieth anniversary of september 11th, the downing of the twin towers within the city of the big apple, new-york, new-york?) something like the twentieth anniversary of september 11 if i myself am not mistaken, & you know like say, or how you say when foreign terrorists had decided that they themselves had wanted to come off like some, or such rather really pissed off gay like, homoish, or faggotty cock-suckers who had thought.