Like walking toward edge of a precipice or something. Kinda anxiety of something totally unknown looming.Maybe just feeling guilty throwing the wife a...bout during the night, Mike thought. Well, he'd been justified in slapping her face, grabbing her head and jamming his cock in her mouth to get a decent sucking. It was his right, she was his wife. He'd been left damn frustrated being teased by that damn whore in the bar earlier that evening. His mojo must be slipping. Was a time not long ago,. Mmmmmm. You see, I am relatively inexperienced in Man-Man sex, but what little I have been involved in, I enjoyed. My problem was, I demanded cleanliness, both physically, and medically, but the guys I approached on Craigslist, didn't seem to care about being healthy. Few got tested, many played with random strangers. That turned me off, so I was limited in who I could enjoy being with. Having said that, I had a particular fetish for black cock. Big, small, it was irrelevant. Black cock was my. ” Mark said, a huge grin crossing his face as he walked towards a comfortable chair by the bed. “Please don’t stop on my account!” He continued, sprawling on the chair and helping himself to a sip of Wild Turkey. Kathy began to fuck me again, sensuously and with exaggerated motions, clearly designed for Mark’s entertainment. I never felt such conflicting emotions before; so used, but so desired. So enslaved, yet so liberated. So slutty, yet so sexy. As Kathy penetrated me from behind, I braced. It would do much better to think of herself as a base animal, and simply follow orders, rather than try to anticipate and assume she knew what was coming next. This resolve, once she committed herself to it, was the only way she could force herself to follow his next command. For the tap was most certainly not where he intended her to get her drink. Rather, he walked to the toilet, opened the lid, lifted the seat, and simply made a hand gesture towards the “bowl” of water waiting for her..