He started to pound me even harder and grunted "here you go you fucking cum loving faggot bitch" and shot another huge load deep in my bowels. I clenc...ed my sissy hole muscles as tight as I could around his rock hard manhood and expanded and contracted them to milk every last drop of black nectar out of his huge black bull looking balls. While squeezing his meat pole as hard as I possibly could I begged coach Moore to "knock this bitch up Papi". Coach Moore collapsed on top of me but his dick. . Lots of words she could use to describe it. "I want it now." were three more.Ryan had the same thoughts. Work had been a real b**st the last two months and finally a long weekend got here. One he could spend with a woman who appreciated his accomplishments, tastes in things, his body and one who didn't stay on his case all the time about him being with her 24-7. But hey, it was his wife, Maria, who decided to go home this weekend. He'd also started to wonder about why she was distant these. "Master Teige will see you shortly before the evening meal. I will have a bucket of water and a basin brought up so you can wash up from your trip," he informed us. A short time later, another man brought the bucket of water, the basin, and a three legged stool for the basin to sit on up to us. He didn't say anything as he entered and then left still silent.I judged it to be just after 6:00 that evening when the Castellan returned. We had long since finished freshening up, and had hung the. ”I asked if I could see the video. Emily asked me to wait while she went in search of it. After what seemed like an eternity, she emerged from her bedroom with a tablet in hand. She plugged up and then searched through the video files.A blurry video image flickered on to the screen. The room was dark, but I could very easily make out the image of a very young-looking Emily, completely naked and sitting on a leather couch.“How old were you?” I asked.“Eighteen,” Emily replied, as she sat watching.