I reached up, and held her against me. I was looking right in her face.I felt myself getting even harder yet, staring at her."You don't think that, do...you? Oh holy shit Katie. God, fuck no. I want to do stuff with you so badly. You have no fucking clue," I said."Then what?" Katie finally said, after staring at me."I don't know how to explain it. It's kind of fucking lame. It sounds kinda stupid, considering, well, all we've already done. And it's gonna sound really stupid," I said."Just say. ..That was het. I was trembling from the excitement and the shock. I did not know what to do. I threw the phone on the armchair and opened the door. Nothing made sense to me. She looked madly at me and stormed off inside the bathroom, as she was suspected that something bad was going to happen. Still I was not sure what to do. It was the woman I loved and in which I invested eight years of my life. At that point, everything broke in me. I hated her. I felt nauseous. Various feelings hit me with. " Oh my god, you didn't really say that, did you?" squealed Alice."Damned straight I did. A guy so bold as to walk right up to you and say, "I want to fuck you" needs to be set back on his heels a little and if you want to shove back at a black man you call him a nigger." Is... is it true?" asked Connie from across the table. "I mean about how black guys are supposed to be hung?" Oh yeah, at least in his case it was true. His cock was every bit of nine inches long and it felt great in my pussy,. As it throbbed inside me, already pushing me towards another climax, the rest of the device was put in place. It was very much like the reverse of a strap-on: there was a broad triangular section across my crotch which removed any chance of the vibrator coming out (and, of course, of my being able to switch it off), and there were straps around my waist and across my buttocks which held this firmly in place. They stood back to watch its effects on me, as the vibrator’s pulsing frictions deep.