I shut up and knew that soon enough he would come across one of my porn dvd's and when he saw "White Girls Black Cock" he laughed and said looky here!...You naughty boy!He put it on and started watching, it was scene after scene of white girls sucking on big black cocks. It was one of my favorites but I was definitely embarrassed sitting there with him watching it.Pretty soon he was grabbing at his crotch and I could see the outline of what looked like a pretty big cock through his sweatpants. He. Smack.Violet lost track of the blows as her eyes welled with tears. She was crying softly, while the rest of her body attempted to thrash in its restraints in order to avoid the blows. She let out a short shriek of pain after every blow, desperately wishing there was something she could say, something she could do to make the pain stop. But she knew there wasn’t.Smack.The last blow was the worst of all, although in absolute terms that didn’t mean much. They were all painful. Violet’s body was. We all got chatting and surprisingly it moved beyond small talk quite quickly. He told us about his family and how he and his wife were at the hotel celebrating their anniversary. I could tell my wife was quite taken with him. His wife he explained was taking a nap after a long day of shopping, she apparently loved her clothes and this day she had saw a new swimming costume that she must have. To my ears it was a pleasant conversation but no more. To my wife, as she would later tell me, she was. I was more than a bit reluctant, but I was in love with him, so eventually his gentle persistence won me over. He was kind, persistent, sweet, romantic, gentle, and persistent and respectful of my feelings and eventually my resistance fell away. I couldn't resist anymore. He had mentioned to me a few times that he had an urge to make love to me, but that he respected my feelings enough not to pursue it. I had felt the urge too, but I had always managed not to succumb to it. Somehow, this day.