’ I should have known that it would piss her off but couldn’t help making the remark, being a wiseass by nature. That was a mistake. I almost bl...ew it. She turned away and was about to get up in anger. But I put my arms around her to keep her on the couch. ‘Hey, I’m sorry Christine. I’m a stupid joker and couldn’t resist the remark. I apologize. Please forgive me – I want to make love to you and I’m sorry that I almost screwed up the evening for us. Let me make it up to you. I’ll play the. He pulls back, saliva rushing into my mouth, replacing it. Then he thrusts, this time going beyond my gag point and filling my throat. I swallow, trying to keep from choking too much. He moans."I'm going to fuck your face so hard... You look so sexy trapped like that, a big black cock forcing it's way down your fucking throat" his voice is virtually a grunt now. He's picking up pace, sliding in and out of me, using my throat for his pleasure.I can feel my panties getting sticky with my own. My appearance in the door frame was pleasingly impactive. The compartment ran crossways across the carriage with doors on either side of the train but no corridor and its solitary occupant was slumped next to the door at the far end. A quick glance was all I needed to take him in. He was a tall man in a well-cut travel-stained brown suit, a soft-collared blue shirt, and a red tie. Regimental, I think. Aged around thirty-five, I guessed, and sandy-haired with a tanned face and strong jawline. He. Of course, the sadistic Rob cleaned her pussy and anus for sperm with the hose. He then decided to give Sonia a last electro torture, filling out time before her husband arrived.When Mr. Obutulezi parked his Land Rover in front of the hunting lodge, he could hear his beautiful wife screaming her heart out. She was laying on the ground, spread eagled between four poles, wriggling her voluptuous naked body in great agony and pain. Wires were connected to his wife’s tits and labia, and a man was.