”He kept his breathing under control. He continued to walk forward. He could see past the glare as the plant wall behind her blocked the sun. She sa... on a marble throne with flowers all around her. A marble table sat next to her as a glass of wine rested on it. She held her trident in her left hand.He continued to note everything in front of him. He saw her in a bra and loincloth. Her massive form dominated his vision. She was muscle and beauty with a head of a bovine with small horns and. Oh my god! That was my first bisexual experience!After that, I was laying on the bed exhausted. She started licking her husband’s dick first and then she again started to play with my balls, pressing them and stroking my dick.Within a few minutes, my dick was hard again and she asked me to fuck her ass this time! She was bending and inviting me to her ass hole, the juices from her pussy were still flowing.I took some gel, applied it on my dick and inserted my cock slowly into her ass. She was. I lick its head like an ice-cream cone. And his cock keeps getting fatter and longer. But what am I doing wrong?”“One more question: What happens when he finally does cum? What do you do then?”“I squeeze his balls hard in rhythm with his pulsations. He just cums and cums ... There must be quarts of his luscious juice. And he usually cries. But then,” she added sorrowfully, “it’s all over. I mean ... And he’s not even empty. I don’t think I’ve gotten more than 75 percent of his cum out ... Ever!. He couldn’t use the gun, dead men cant pay and so he was painted into a corner. We pulled off the motorway, drove though some dark streets and then turned into a cul de sac. That was the first mistake. A car driving down a cul de sac means only one of two things, its someone coming home or its someone paying a visit to a resident. And if its late at night, and if you owe a lot of money to a very nasty man, you just might not be sleeping well at nights, and you might hear and see any strange.