"What about you? What's your life story? Where are you from?" he asked Tom."I'm from Charleston, actually. Not that far away - geographically anyway,"...Tom replied. "Been in this business since I was thirty-ish. I got lucky and cashed out when the merger came along two years ago. I just do this to get out of the house."He paused and added, "I'm sure you'll like the class. Sucking up to the teacher is always a good idea."He grinned and clinked his bottle against the one Mark was holding."I'll. My juices were coating his bare cock and helping Ed make his way deeper into me. What was going on was pure sexual a****l passion as I stop sucking Roy and asked Ed to fuck me harder. Roy was so turned on that he came all over me. I smiled at him and asked "how do you like your wife being used by a black stud"? Roy replied I was made to be fucked by black guys. Ed laughed and said "Amen to that brother and I plan to fuck her and use her as much and as often as possible".Ed removed the restrains. Her friends were much more fun and interesting than mine. Her schedule was much better than mine. In short, her control of my life was the best thing that ever happened to me. What began the downfall of the relationship is a few months of weak sex and my returning obsession with porn. Also, my inability to face my deepest and darkest desires. I began to watch porn again on a consistent basis. I found myself revisiting the sissy hypnos, the cuckold porn, and the interracial domination themes.. The feeling was tighter and different than the ecstasy I had become accustomed to with my regular unprotected penetration of Mother’s well broken-in cunt. Ted’s grunts of pleasure were tinged with stress, maybe even a little pain as I began to drive my 8 inches of manhood all the way in… While Stella accelerated her pumping of Mother’s pussy, she called out to me to “Fuck her faster, fuck her deeper”, further humiliating her son Ted by repeatedly referring to him in the feminine. Stella.