He turned and looked at me, a smug smile on his face, and as much as I wanted to tell him to go fuck himself, all I could do was stare, cold and hatef...l. “Something wrong, darling?” One… two… three shaky, slow breaths before I trusted myself to speak. Even then, it was through gritted teeth. “I just burned my hand, you ass hole. It hurts, and it’s already starting to blister.” There were two solid lines across the back of my hand, one almost directly on top of my wrist. Both had started. Lets go." He softly brushed me aside. Stood up with a raging red thick hard on.I took his hand and we stumbled up the stairs trying HARD to not wake Mom. He helped me out of my dress .Took some time. I hung it up in his BR.He stood behind me gently rubbing his cock against my petticoats and butt.He kissed & licked my neck and ears. I reached behind and took his hard on in my tiny girly hands. We got so high,that I took off my . I opened my mouth and took it in. It felt so natural as it hardened. I again wanted to take it all in my mouth; I again wanted to feel him shoot his cum down my throat.I was no longer a straight married man...I was a cocksucker...a cocksucker for black cock.As if reading my mind, he asked, "So what would your wife say if she knew the pipe you were really working on?"As he pulled his now completely stiff cock from my mouth I answered, "She'd likely push me out of the way and take it for. I was only five or six feet behind the two spectators when one called out a clear offer of help and the other laughed. The would-be rapist, holding the struggling woman by her wrist, looked toward them, cursed vilely and then saw me and pointed.The Hessians turned, raising their weapons, and I bayoneted the one on the left and smashed in the face of the other with the butt of my musket. I finished him with two quick jabs while he stood with his hands to his shattered mouth and then walked.