Their 'slaves' and... and...The problem was; it was a lot of fucking money.Michael didn't really just seem so really all that bad either... like for a... white boy and everything. After all, I had met him in Africa and he did seem to agree with me when I protested the upside down situation at the plant [not that I did as I should have and told him that the blacks should have had all the poistions of superiority cause I could tell that would be too much right off the bat... I did want some of them. The conversation came to an end as I stroked a little and found a nice big cock. That thing had to be a 2-hander and it was still growing a bit as I stroked him…he was grinning like hell.He just kept leaning there and I started to do the work of freeing it; it didn’t take long until I had his shorts down, his briefs and was staring at, what had to be, at least 10” of nice black lumber! He wasn’t really hard yet, just nice and firm; I got on my knees and made love to it with my hands and lips. Billy pushed himself up slightly as if he wanted me to take him deeper. Knowing it was insane, I made a little trough with my tongue and let his rigid cock ride along it until half of him was wet with my spit. There, I thought. That should satisfy him and I can quit. But Billy's caressing fingers suddenly clutched my head and, though he wasn't forcing me, I felt it would be hard to take my lips away.Slowly he guided my head forward and back, forward and back until I was doing it by myself. His. " he said slapping me hard on the ass. "Yes, please." I replied trying to push back onto him. "So eager. Aren't you?" he said grabbing my hair and shoving me against the window. My breath fogged up the window as my nipples stiffened against the cold glass. He slowly shoved his cock inside of me. "Fuck me hard! Please!" I yelled pushing back so his cock drove deeper into me. He was pounding so hard into me the car was shaking, but I didn't care. I wanted him to ravage me. "Please let me cum..