It was all getting to be too much and I decided that porn wasn't good enough any more and I was going to have to get a real cock in my hands. I lived ...in a small town and I didn't even know where to begin, I only knew of one gay guy in my town, he was older, probably early thirties, and lived right across the street from me so it was way too close to home considering how far in the closet I was :) I was flicking through a newspaper one day and came across the personals, quickly found the men. But luckily, she just smiled.And that too in a seductive way.Unlike the one she had given me when she greeted me at the door, there was something else in this smile.Anyways we went upstairs and the house was really good.It was one of the best I had seen in the last month.And was at a relatively affordable prize.She stretched her hands wide open and asked me”Saab.Poora aapka ho saktha hai.Kaisa laga aapko”.Without analyzing the different interpretations the question had.I immediately. He closed his eyes, tilting his head back as she glided her tongue along his shaft, both her hands cupping his balls. She slowly placed the head in her mouth, squeezing his balls with one hand and using the other to grip the bottom of the shaft. Brian could feel his pre-cum seeping through his pants as he heard the wet noises she made while sucking on the head. Clyde let out a pleasurable groan. She stopped abruptly. “Get on the floor, slave.” Clearly disappointed that he had been forced to. Her mother gave birth to Vixxen when she was just eighteen and married her stepdad when she was just twenty-one. Her new husband was in his mid-thirties. Tragedy struck a second time not long after her marriage when Vixxen's mother was killed in a car accident late one night. Instead of abandoning her, her stepdad decided to raise her as his own.A tall black man, with receding hair and an expanding waist, her stepdad tried to raise her right and stayed after her, trying to keep her in church,.