I was grateful too. Grateful that we had found each other and that he loved me as much as I loved him and that he was so good to me. I sometimes felt ...hat I didn't deserve him. But that only meant that I had to do more for him.I felt safe all weekend. I almost forgot about him, my rapist. Sean and I spent the two days together. We had to go to the mall on Saturday and buy him some nicer clothes. Not suit and tie yet. But he was a supervisor now and he needed to dress a little better.We went to. He couldn't help but notice how the bright sunlight showed through her white summer dress. "Absolutely gorgeous," he replied. "Now then," she suddenly said, "on downstairs to the billiards room." She led him down the stairs and into a nice-sized room complete with tiled floors and mirrored walls. A full-sized pool table stood in the center, and in one corner was a small wet bar. The walls were decorated with all manner of billiards paraphernalia. "This would be the only furniture that'll come. ” Roger responded in a low steady voice.The two men sat for a minute while Roger maintained a thoughtful look. Then Dr. Frank offered, “So, tell me more about your life since you moved to Florida.”Roger thought for a minute, then offered, “Well, I’ve led a pretty quiet life. I work 50 or 60 hours each week, plus travel. I’ve been working with an architect to build a new house. I started exercising. And since Mandy, my new ‘best friend’ that I mentioned earlier, came into my life, I’ve been on. His cock was very veiny and hard. He was long too. But not ‘stereotype’ long. Maybe eight inches. Not a mythical length, but more than enough to really fuck her hard! And fuck her he did! She grunted into the gag as her legs shuddered a little. Muscles spasm and she was getting hotter, wetter, and hornier. Her vagina tingled and his cock felt good in spite of the horrible situation. He was the second black guy she’d ever had sex with. Not that she had anything against black guys, but there had.