I lay down and opened my arms and legs to beg him in. He was so eager that he stabbed a few times without hitting target, so I had to teach him how to...steer it in with his right hand."Images of the boy trying to hit my wife's pussy flashed through me, and pumped an extra ounce of blood into my cock."Lovely. I can feel you like it. Well, in he got it, and immediately he started to fuck me like a rabbit. I was just going to slow him down when he exploded in me, pumping so much sperm into me, that. “Miss Jennings. . .Mam.” He flashed his overly white teeth. I actually felt myself blush as I turned back to folding laundry.He always called me “Miss” even though he knew I was married. I wasn’t sure if that was a ‘Southern’ thing or a ‘black’ thing. Maybe both.Jerome was the same age as Brian. He’d moved up here with his Mom from Mississippi about three years ago. He still has that Mississippi drawl. He’s very tall, 6’1” maybe 6’2”; taller than me by more than a head. He’s thin, almost gangly. Calmly. The two of them laughed at me, and Jo grabbed my head in her hands and pulled it up as far as my bonds would allow. "Not a chance buddy! Now are you going to be a good boy, or do we have to be drastic? And I don't think Marie is going to be that concerned about rope burns now." Pulling weakly with my arms again, I realized the hopelessness of the situation, and relaxed as much as I could. I suppose I should have been excited by the situation, but this was a little to real. A little to. The girl might have been beautiful had her eyes not possessed something soulless, like two bleak and black stones showing only a pitiless purpose. And yet, sexuality radiated out from her, her breasts, much larger than mine, pouring out from the latex dominatrix outfit. “The greatest galactic mind, splintered by such a woman.” Heather walked around me, inspecting each slithering tentacle as it worked inside of me. She traced down the one between my legs with one finger, stopping at my clit. “It.