I bobbed up and down on it, finally deciding to take the plunge and trydeep-throating him. I took a deep breath and pushed as much of his bigblack co...ck into my mouth as I could. When it hit the back of my throatI gagged and coughed. I tried over and over again, each time gaggingjust a little less. After more than a dozen tries I eventually stoppedgagging and kept pushing, taking the full length of his 10 inch cockdown my throat."Damn!" was all he said. He gripped my head tightly, holding. We arrived at the Carter home right at 6:00 PM. I rang the door bell, with my mother slightly behind me, as Jack answered the door. "Good evening, Mr. Carter, I'm here to pick Samantha up for the dance, is she ready?" Good evening, Mr. Roberts, and Mrs. Roberts, please come in. Samantha is just about ready; you look very nice tonight, Mr. Roberts. Mrs. Roberts; I'm Jack Carter, it's so nice to meet you." Kristen Roberts, Jack, but most people call me Kris. You have a lovely home, Jack."About. Our house was up in the southeast part of Salt Lake City called the "Benches." It cost a fortune to own up there. Numb, shocked, in mental limbo barely began to describe what I felt. I walked home from Downtown Salt Lake and tried to get a handle on things.It was seven o'clock before I got home. Dad was gone to a meeting somewhere. He was a salesman for one of the big business systems companies and attended meetings where he could network and "enhance sales prospects." That's a polite way of. She forced herself to relax and enjoy all the sensations her body and mind was receiving. Before long Yvoine’s tongue had found her pussy’s inner secret and a flood of moisture filled the slave’s mouth. It was almost too much for the neophyte of this behavior and Sara had to push Yvoine’s face away from her pussy to enjoy the afterglow. It only took Travis another minute to finish. Sara was slightly surprised to see that he had ejaculated inside of Yvoine, and more surprised to see what he did.