A mistake. Crying and saying stop. I drove for a while , argued. swore at her. Called her names and accused her of everything. She said she was sorry....Very sorry and would do anything for forgiveness . I stopped the car, it was a dark lane, in the countryside, I walked round to her side of the Range rover. Opened the door and pulled her out. Still crying and protesting. I turned her round, lifted up her dress. She was wearing expensive shoes, stockings and suspenders. I bent her over the seat,. I would rub my hands on his lower back then slide them up to the back of his shoulders. His skin was so smooth and his chest smelled like sweat mixed with body lotion. This black stallion was using my ass for his pleasure and I was proud to help him out by kissing and sucking on his chest and neck.My legs were getting tired from holding my knees up, Dante's sweaty body weight was totally on top of me, and my breathing air was getting stale, but I didn't care. I was going to stay like that for. A gust of wind rattled the trees as the observer exhaled noisily. He sat back from his lofty position, glad at his coupling of the two lovers, yet in pain from the neglect of his own needs. The two were perfect for each other, he knew. The man’s wildly addictive need for the most depraved sex imaginable would be tamed by his woman, and she in turn would step out from behind that modest and docile exterior in response to his all consuming desire for her. Sometimes it was difficult, bringing. One of her minions, a short, dark-haired girl, slipped behind me and spoke into my ear, "You looking for trouble?"She got so close that her breasts rubbed against me. I jerked away from her with an "Eeep!"The girls laughed again. Their leader smiled and stepped up to me."Tyballa was it?" Yes miss." Get outta my way."She reached with her fingers extended and pushed my shoulder. I backed up and turned, giving way as she walked past me. The dark-haired girl gave me a light shove. Then she leaned.