That was when I saw someone near the end of the room staring right at me, but all I noticed first was his massive looking cock. It was a little steam...y and far to see, but it easily looked like a 9-10 inch cock, so I marched over before anyone else spotted that hog of a cock.When I saw him up close, I was right, that was definitely a throbbing thick 10inch cock, easily the biggest I would ever ride. He was a tall black male, who was a little larger, and looked to be in his mid 30's or so,. I don't like blow jobs. I avoid them, but I fight the urge to gag. I get his dick in my hands and lick it for a long time. He stands up and pulls me down on my little red sofa. He is on top of me. I wonder if he will kill me with a pillow and leave and it will be all over the news that "Miss Star dies having sex with client." When he is inside me I realize I forgot his name. In and out he goes his thrusts making me grab hold of him like a drowning woman. "Wh- what is your name?" I ask as he. I really didlook ridiculous, although it all actually felt a little more humourousthan it had last night. I could feel the lace trim on the knickersdigging into my waist slightly, but all in all I felt comfortable enough,if more than a little silly.Feeling altogether better about things now, I headed downstairs. Thefront room was still pretty untidy, and the coffee table was slightlyaskew giving another reminder of last night's antics. There was no one inthe room, but I could hear voices coming. When Dennis glanced into the living room, whereBrenda perched with the phone glued to her ear, she gave him anangry glare and closed the door in his face. Dennis sighed,knowing that it was going to be a long night. And there was nochance of any romance.**********"Good morning," Dennis said cheerfully as he sat down at thebreakfast table. Brenda sat across the table, reading the paper.She didn't even acknowledge his greeting.Dennis frowned when he glanced at the table. Usually, Brendahad a.