(The “Thank you, Marc” stories I wrote earlier) I was totally addicted to his dick. In fact, I never would have guessed how strong my lust for him... could be. I thought about being on my knees for him constantly.The next time I saw Marc was a day later at his house. I was still nervous every time I walked up to his door. Once inside, I tested the waters, so to speak, of being his “bottom.” I took a chance and nervously stepped to him, I put my arms around his and ran my fingers through the hair. Finally, with the sun sending rivers of sweat coursing down their nude, sunburned white bodies, the column approached what appeared to be a small collection of huts. A hail came from tiny village and Hakim replied in kind. Soon, dozens of chanting men, women and children surrounded their column, shouting encouragement to the raiders and abuse to the prisoners. The procession continued below an arch of trees that covered a dirt path that led to a larger encampment of tents and huts, shielded. “I love it mistress” I lied through my teeth and slowly began riding the monster cock again. “Oh, so you don’t ever feel the need to take it off and touch your useless, pathetic, tiny little sissy clit?” She fired back. “No mistress I don’t” I lied again. Without warning, in one swift motion mistress kicked me in the back of the calves and knocked my legs out from under me. Within a second 20+ inches of massive rubber horse cock was fully inserted inside of me. The flared and firm head had. My dick is almost 7 inches long. She started sucking my tool and I was on the seventh heaven. It was a splendid experience. She gave me an excellent blowjob. Now it was my chance, I looked at her boobs which were trying to free themselves from the prison of the blouse and the white bra.i unhooked the blouse and admired the deep valley and bit the whole boob without removing the bra. I unhooked the bra and they jumped to freedom. I looked at the wonderful boobs with the pink long nipples. She is.