I told him no, and invited him to come and find out for himself. If he saw it, and would stay with me, then we could still date.The next week, he came...over to my house, and I took him to the nightclub that I loved to go to. He was pretty shaken up just at the sight of the place. I shook my head. This wasn't gonna take long. He'd be out on the street, running like a madman inside the hour, I thought. I led him upstairs, as he watched everyone dance and stuff, and into the room that we had come. I'm having a conversation with a gay man while I'm watching him get fucked. It was one of those things where my body knew where it was going before my mind did - but my brain was catching up fast.Todd stroked his engorged cock and released it. "So... this is what gay sex looks like. But I think you've spent some time looking at this sort of thing before - if only online. If I'm wrong, then maybe I'm screwing up our friendship, but if I'm right..."I listened and marvelled a little that Todd was. She runs her smooth hands all over her body, trying to understand why her idiot of a husband Giuseppe isn't satisfied with the Italian Duchessa he has waiting for him at home. Her body is tight and lightly muscular like an athlete, yet, also features killer curves in all the right places. She has that thick Italian ass that still grabs all men's attention when she walks anywhere, even after having four daughters at a young age for that ungrateful piece of shit and being a 30-year-old stay at. So why now? Alarmed, Sissy had to speak up. 'Mistress?'As she was turning around, she said, 'Oh don't worry, Sissy. He's fucked my arse before - I couldn't rightly refuse, you've seen how strong he is!' The bull wanted her arse then and there so he hefted her by the thighs, pulled her legs back so her feet were near her head and started slapping his big cock on her arsehole. Sissy strained in his cage as he looked at her puffy, pink pussy and the black cock rubbing against her arsehole..