The side room had a stout steel door and as far as Sue knew, she had the only key. It gave her a place to conduct her own private ‘research.’ Her ...avorite artifact was similar to a chair, perhaps even a throne, carved into a huge block of smooth dark stone. It arrived as part of a recent acquisition about a year ago. A smaller museum that she had never heard of fell on tough times and donated their whole Nuymean collection to the National Museum. In fact, several other smaller museums had. "In the saloon, sitting with mugs of very strong tea, Delia prompted him. "Problem?" Not ... exactly." He frowned."Girlfriend?"He looked at her. "She's at Music College in London. We knew we'd have to go our separate ways at the end of the summer." He looked away, "I'm missing her..." Don't you write?" No. We ... thought it best to ... well, I'm really not good enough for her, and she's going to be really busy, you see. We're going to move in different worlds, Chrissie and I, so... " his voice. I'm gonna fuck you till you tell me you luv me, so you better say it soon if you want me to stop. If not don't say it, I know you like this real man's dick.' 'NNNOOOOOO,' I cried, even though I could feel the pain turning to lust and passion. I didn't want Brad to know that I was beginning to enjoy his tenderness. I was no longer trying to keep him from kiss/sucking my neck or ear lobe. Nor dodging him when he wanted to kiss my lips. Sweat was popping from both our bodies, giving way to. "Fuck! Your cock is so big Tyrone!" I exclaimed."No, you call me boss. I'm the boss now motherfucker." His cock slid deeper without much trouble thanks to the copious amount of lube he used. "Who's the boss now!" You are!" I squealed, with a mixture of pain and pleasure from being penetrated. "Who is?" as he picked up the speed with his thrust."You are... oh God...you're the boss!" I complied. Tyrone managed to slide nearly all of his 11" black cock in my virgin asshole. No matter how new I was.