If she would've stayed calm i may have cleaned it up in my mouth but no luck. Eventually we took out the strap on, and she tenderly worked it in my as...shole and handed me the remote so i could control my ass buzzing. I didn't realize at first but the vibration got her off more even than me. She rode me at a pace where she could get to orgasm and all i had to do is bend over and squeeze my cock and I would have mind blowing orgasms. At one point i asked her why she wouldn't fuck my ass facing me. We managed to get her to agree that she wouldn't do anything to cause permanent damage to herself, but that was as much concession as we could get out of her. I kept having the nagging feeling in the back of my mind that we were missing something. Something wasn't right, but I just couldn't place it; my head and hand hurt too much to concentrate. I wasn't too worried; chances were one of my flaming geniuses would think of it before I did.Before we went to bed, I let Megan heal my hand. I could. Of me?!” “It's not what...”, he began to say, “It looks like?”, I finished, “You little pervert”, I said with mock disgust. “P-please don't tell mom.”, he begged. “Your mom, or mine?”, I posited. “E-either, please, I'll do anything.”, he replied. “Anything?”, I questioned, “Y-yes.”, he answered, defeated. I grinned wickedly. “Alright, I will keep your secret, provided that you do anything that I ask of you.”, I said. He begrudgingly agreed, as he did not have much choice. My plan had succeeded.. At the edge of the crowd , close to the platform, so close he might almost look up her shift, stands a huge Mauritanian merchant, dressed in a toga, a roman citizen and he raises an ebony hand. "10 sestercies!" he says, and she looks down on him, a tall man, a heavy man, sturdy as a baobab tree, and she wonders if he is going to be her new owner, is he the one who will bring her home and spread her, and ram his black cock into her virgin cunt, is he going to be the one? Or is he simply buying.