I again obediently obeyed, as I begged, "Please fuck my hot wife and make her your black cock addict. Sir." "Now hold still, I'll give you your treat,... he said. So I remained on my knees and allowed an inmate to face fuck my mouth for a few minutes as he stared at a picture of my wife. Then he shot his load, without warning, in my mouth. This made me cum in my pants again without even touching my cock this time, making me wonder if I wasn't at least a little bit of a faggot. I swallowed his. "Hope you didn't make plans," she said, "because I've made reservations for us at the Maxwell House. Not the best hotel in town, but still very nice and not much chance anyone we know will see us there." I can't tell you how happy this made me - the Millenium New Year in a fine hotel with a beautiful woman I'd been dreaming about. She wanted to meet me there, so I packed an overnite bag, slowing down only long enough to jack off thinking about her. That day I splurged on a new sport. Vincent figured that they had probably won a great victory and they were busy expressing their joy by over eating and over drinking and also by torturing some of the prisoners they had caught in that battle.Vincent then noticed something he had not realized yet. Most of the villagers seemed to be intoxicated, probably on account of the drink that everyone was enjoying. Once in a while he would see someone go to one of the several large clay jars that were at the end of the line of posts. With. A hand on either hip pushed down both shorts and panties giving free access to my overly excited pussy. By now I was marinating in my own juices. A finger moved to part my lower lips, and make its way to my throbbing clit. It circled my clit a couple of times, teasing me before dipping slightly into my hole. Neither type of stimulation is ever enough to bring me over the edge, but this time it me to moan around the cock that had taken up residence in the back of my throat. The moan provoked.