His balls were slapping my asshole, while I screamed and moaned.He asked if I liked his black dick; but I could not answer.Then he threw me on the bed... and as I was trying to catch my breath, he lifted my ankles up to his broad shoulders and fucked me missionary, very hard and fast again.He put his heavy hand around my throat lightly and then he started pounding me really in a very brutal and angry way…All of a sudden I felt him blowing his warm load of seed into me.Before he put his pants back. I don't think either of us minded it or had a chance. We seemed to be inside each other's head at the same time, starting to talk about the same thing almost in unison, and the feeling I had of us being part of each other got more intense every minute.It sure didn't hurt he appeared to be serious about everything he said -- and he kept admiring me! He didn't just talk about admiring, he did it.He admired my chest (guys usually just talk to it and think about getting their hands on it). My. " My eyes began to sparkle too.I prepared meticulously, and after a final dab of festive pink lipstick and a spritz of Shalimar, the perfume I always wore for Margaret, I teetered downstairs on tarty four-inch spikes. The whole house was warm this morning, but especially the library, which was now decked with boughs of holly and ivy, strewn with festive tinsel which she had also woven in out and around the shackles and ropes, while all her tools and toys were gathered on a Christmas table cloth. I tried not to make it to obvious that I was looking at them incase she looked out of the window and saw me. when I had finished mowing the lawn, I knocked on the door and went in, and gave her a shout. Karen shouted 'Im in the kitchen, come on thro'.I went thro to the kitchen and there she was, all dressed up as she had been out. she looked as stunning as ever. she was wearing a nice tight skirt, tights or stockings and blouse. She offered to make me a cup of tea and as she had her back to me.