? The man smiled and said well at least I have2 virgin holes to work on.? By the wayladies, in case you are wondering you were always to address me as... Master, orSir, when you are talking to each other, you are to address each other asslave, whatever color collar she is wearing in other words white should beaddressed as slave white, if you make a mistake and call another slave by herreal name, both you and she will be severely punished, I recommend thatstarting right now that you forget each. I saw a movement and slowly another cock was being fed through the hole. This one was different from all the rest. It was black and very dark. It was also very big because it just kept coming through the hole. It was so thick I wondered if the hole was wide enough. It looked like my forearm. It had to be 11 inches at least. He was hard but it was so heavy it couldn't not point up. I heard myself say fuck yeah. My husband said that maybe we should go. I told him to leave if he wanted to I was. "I wouldn't count on that," he replied. "You're pleasing me right now."She smiled more broadly and liberated her hand from under his. She reached over and patted him on the thigh. She became silent again, but Bert thought she looked contented instead of worried. He felt better, too. Traffic was getting heavier as they neared Hamilton. Bert thought they would talk more as they left the city behind them and turned toward Toronto. It was not to be. Traffic just kept picking up and the route was. She hadn’t been with anybody since her brief and intensely sexual affair with one of the other dancers at City Lights. Was she ready? As the days passed she found herself thinking and fantasizing more and more about this man. Black, possessing an element of danger and roughly charming, he was catnip for her. He had probably seen her naked, on stage, playing with her pussy for the amusement of a bunch of horny men, so she didn’t have to pretend she was some kind of shrinking violet. Calling him.