I begged her to mount me and she obliges me, straddling me cowgirl style and lowering herself onto me. As the warmth of her sloppy wet pussy surrounds...my cock I am thinking "I'm in her sweet pussy, the same sweet pussy that was filled just 20 minutes ago with Jackson's horse cock."It was too much for me and she only humped up and down only 7 or 8 times when I shot my load into her love hole, mixing with whatever black man semen was still inside her. As I climaxed I was clutching her lovely. “I’m guessing about five foot,” Joy remarked, proffering a smile. “Good things come in small packages.” “Yes they do,” I replied. Joy reclaimed her seat behind the reception desk. “Maybe one day,” Joy remarked, “We can have lunch.” It was an unexpected invitation that caught me totally unprepared and by surprise. “Sure,” I replied without even thinking of the ramifications of my nonchalant response. I sauntered off to the coffee bar and made a frapachinno. As I walked by the reception desk, I. As soon ashe pulled his pants down and I saw his huge cock dangling in front of myface, my mouth started to water. I didn't care anymore that I had beenk**napped and I was being held captive and used like a whore. That only entered my mind when I was alone, but as if I had been brainwashed, assoon as a black cock appeared, I forgot everything and turned into acocksucking whore. And they could sense this, making my protests to thecontrary seem fake. They thought I was the cocksucking slut they. "If it hadbeen about 'us', 'us' would have been consulted about Craig. 'Us'would have had some input on your little peccadillo. 'Us' would havebeen treated like a human being, instead of first, a cuckold, then aBarbie Doll."You SAY it was about 'us', but in reality it was about YOU wantingme to understand a woman's desires first-hand, so I wouldn't bemad about YOU shacking up with Craig. It was about how goodCraig's cock felt in YOUR CUNT, and how you wanted to revise OURmarriage vows to make.