Sally turned her head facing me, she mouthed, “‘thank you,” as he starting fucking her forcefully. She cried out, “Oh fuck, you’re stretchin... me so wide.”“Good girly, take my big black cock my little married white whore.”His hips slapped hard against her and each time he pulled back I could see his black cock covered with her white pussy juices, “That’s it girly push back onto me,” he ordered. Sally gripped the covers on the bed as she pushed back harder onto his black cock; I eased up from my. Clearly she had been stood up. "Hey Max, take the hottie a double of Patron and a..." I trailed off as I looked at her like she was a puzzle to solve. "Blue Moon." Without another word he shuffled off to test my fate. As he set the drinks down in front of her she first looked confused. She shook her head like she was clearing out some cobwebs then blurted out, "I didn't order these." Max, in his most humble and stoic way just pointed at me at the end of the bar. I raised my mostly empty glass. ... her body perhaps swaying and gyrating to a slow music..... the movements of her hips and breasts becoming one with my low pulsating beat.... her long hair flowing over her shoulders or cascading down the delicious brownness of her back as her head tilts back with eyes closed and tongue running seductively over invitingly full lips!! I dream of her looking deep into my eyes as she slowly approaches my bed and lifts one leg to rest upon the corner of it. I love to envision her so intimately. He probed with his finger and I let out a moan, the initial slight pain and surprise fading. He wiggled his finger around and despite myself and my trepidation, it felt incredible. A second finger was slipped inside me and soon Derek was fingering me with ease as I relaxed further and moaned. “Are you ready?” he asked. I took a deep breathe in and out, steadying myself, thinking that I was ready as I’ll ever be. “Yes,” I finally told him, trying to calm my nerves, yet knowing that it would.