He told me we'd have to take two buses to get home, and I groaned, thinking of half-hour waits at bus stops. Chicago astounded me once again. We had n...o more than dragged my luggage to the bus stop when a bus pulled up, and Ron said it was ours. How lucky could we get? Then when we got off that bus, the other one we needed was there in less than a minute.Ron shrugged. "I know it's hard to believe, but it seems like it's always that way here. I've never seen so many buses."We were soon home,. Get the whip. Let’s make this cunt SING.”“NO! Please! Have mercy!” Kaylanna wailed as Gorlann turned away and strode back over to Anaria. Even as Gorlann’s seed continued to ooze out of the woman’s snatch, she continued to cry out with plaintive calls for mercy, all of which went equally ignored. While the unnamed slave went to retrieve his whip, Gorlann gave his apprentice a pointed look. “Well, bitch? Did you find my interrogation educational?” Anaria glanced toward the two aunts, Juura and. The black guy was surprised that a smoking hot wife like Ana could have her tight asshole almost untouched; since she told him that loved to be fucked mostly in her soaking wet vagina.I looked at her and smiled to myself, knowing she was a nice liar.My wife loved in the ass, the bitch loved specially to have a huge hard black cock buried deep in her tight anus and making her cry in pain, as she begged her black lover to sodomize her even harder…But now she explained it to Peter like she did not. This story is part real and part fiction/fantasy of mine.This story takes place when I was 23 years old I have always dreamt of being a bottom and getting fucked by a dominating top but never had the courage to meet a guy in real but would love to talk to chat with them have cam sessions as well as phone sex. I always liked to get dirty with my guys while talking to them like I was their own slut and they could use me in any way they wanted to but sometimes when guys use to ask me to meet in.