I confirmed it as I could hear slurping sounds and the woman gagging and trying to catch some breath from time to time.After some minutes, some moveme...nts told me he was ready for some heavy action. I heard the woman moving from her seat and starting to moanThe black guy now was slapping her buttocks; then more female moans…“I knew you would come for more, bitch… all white bitches do the same…” All of a sudden I loud scream filled the room. She had got him deep inside.I could hear the noises of. But she knew she had to stand her ground. "I want to see you Shane." His voice a plea. Shane sat on the floor, near tears. Knowing that she should not even allow herself, even the pleasure of a revenge fuck.It had been a long time since she had had sex. Months in fact. She had once left with a man from a club, thinking that a one night stand was what she had needed, but she couldn't complete the act. The fact was, she was stillin love with Mark, and she knew it. "Shane?" his voice softer. "I. Just as the cockhead reached the entrance to my throat, I felt Lori or somebody, take my cock into their mouth. The blow job I was getting caused me to try to push my face further onto the stranger's cock.A short thrust and the dickhead pushed past resistance and into my throat. I could feel my lips touching the base of his prick and I felt a funny sense of pride for taking the whole thing. His big hairy balls rested on my blindfold and nose for a second and than he began to fuck my throat.I. I was already dressed in the basque when his text came through. Those words hurt the most, already on the train, there was no talking him out of it. I got undressed, dressed in some casual clothes and went to meet him at the station.We made love. Quiet, uneventful, casual, love! Yes, he was so tender and loving. Too much, actually. My mind kept jumping to where it should have been that night and it wasn’t with him. But, it was only one weekend, there would be others. I told myself – it’s not.