‘Oh Sweet Jesus!’ This refrain ran through my mind, my pain rapidly forgotten with each of my loving Master’s thrusts. I screamed his name loudl..., though muffled by the gag. He pummeled me furiously with that lovely cock of his as if exorcising my demon with his holy white cock. Grabbing my wide black hips with his strong white hands his cock felt as if it bursting until he shot me full of his milky white man juice. I thought I had died and gone to Heaven, then came myself. When he was pleased. That led to her laughing, smiling, joking, flirting, a couple more intense passionate kisses when nobody was in the office, and at the end of the shift, at seven in the morning, saying, "how about my house?" and she drove off leaving me turned on, horny as fuck and not sure what the hell I was doing.I followed Bridget to her house. Walking into the house, it was immediate. Another long kiss, tongue in my mouth, dick bulging in my jeans, and my hormones going ape shit.We talked more, and it. She had no clue what was happening. But just like any obedient wife, she listened to everything I asked her to.When we were about to board our flight, I told her we were going to Manali. And then finally we reached Manali and checked in at our hotel. I had already booked a honeymoon suite. It was looking erotic with roses and aromatic candles lit.I quickly then bolted the door and got hold of her cheeks. I was kissing her madly. She responded well and we were in lust. She broke the kiss. She. This was, of course, the tidal cycle of being with Heather. She always returned, bathing me in her sweetness once more.Two things remained as heavy thoughts, though, tempering the excitement. She’d skipped her event, which still concerned me a good deal; and she was here for so short a time.But all that can wait... As the Jeep’s light bar illuminated our clearing, I was reminded of the stage floods that had bathed the valley at the end of our set. Seeing the crowd out there, so caught up in the.