I gagged and moaned on his cock, it was buried deep in my throat. I was trying to catch my breath. Each time I would go all the way down on him, his h...and would hold my head pressed up against his body. The tears flowed from my eyes. Saliva dripped down my face. I felt him make me take all his cock. It was immensely pleasurable when he would force me to take all of it in my mouth. My favourite time was when he had my head hanging off the bed while I was lying on my back. I had no control over. "You can touch it if you want." Maybe it was the wine I had with my husband before coming over or the fact I could not believe it was real but I reached out and touched it. My petite little hand looked even smaller next to it. At only four foot ten and maybe ninety five pounds, my small hand could not even wrap around this massive cock. I took hold of his dick, it was covered with lotion from his masturbating. Without thinking I started to stroke it, slowly, as I stared in amazement. His. Anna got voluble when we were through, very uncharacteristic for someone so shy. She proceeded to berate so many men for not doing anything to improve their lovemaking performance with their mates. “They don’t read, watch porn, use the Internet, or anything to improve; they still fuck and treat women just the way they did when they were eighteen or twenty, and that’s just the sex. They do the same thing with love – do nothing to learn how to improve. This is why I love Scott so much and now. That's when I met Mr. Williams. "I will take good care of you, in return for... you know" - he said. "What do you mean? I don't understand".He looked at me, and with a grin said: "I want you to be my little fucktoy, inmate. You do as I say, understand?" No. I won't do it, what the fuck!" - I cried. Then, he looked at me and ripped my shirt wide open. I wasn't wearing any bra, and I could feel his erection grow. He had the biggest dick I had ever seen in my life, and I was hoping he didn't put.