"As they turned to go back to their suite, Art wondered, Where did that come from? as he glanced at his pretty wife. Maybe she's really coming back fr...om all the bad that's happened to her. She surely did sound confident just then ... and adult."I'm proud of you," he told her as they entered their suite."For what?" Well, for everything. First of all, for the wonderful sketch you did, and also, for not getting flustered when the General opened the door after ... Well, it was obvious what he had. One afternoon we walked in to the shower and another guy was in the midst of soaping up his cock. We startled him, but he kept soaping and gave us a big smile. I knew this guy, from just being around. His name was Gary Ballard, a very talkative, outgoing black guy. He was about the same height as Pinky. Same lean frame as Pinky and he was very dark, to the point of actually being black. He also possessed one very long uncut cock. Things between the three of us got interesting, very quickly. . He took in the remnants of my previous cum then spit it in his hand. He let it slide down his fingers where he then firmly planted three fingers up his ass and felt the warm liquid move around. He started to suck my head again, but suddenly he moved swiftly down and took in my ENTIRE COCK.I moaned even loader and repeated his name, he moved back and forth and deep throated for some time. He then took his mouth out and jerked me off. "I'm gonna cum!" He quickly prevented me and turned around. Her brain was screaming... "Please... do it tome... fuck me!" But the words were stuck in herthroat. She couldn't believe that he could be socruel; after all, hadn't he plied her with liquor andbrought her to his room to make love to her... ? Why wouldn't he do it, if he had beaten her, whymust he torture her so now? "Beg me, baby," he grinned, his lips curled backover his teeth. "I know you want it!" "Please... please..." she gushed. "Don't makeme say it. Don't make me say it, Roger, please!".