I can't explain it, because I don't understand it myself, but I wouldn't have traded that pain for anything, and I have longed for it since. It felt r...ight to be stretched by a hung black stud, as if it were part of being his white slut. Ellis applied a steady pressure against my pussy's resistance and his cock bore into my body about an inch a minute. I felt content when his balls nestled against my ass, like that was where I was meant to be, on my back under a black stud with my legs spread. I talked with a blacksmith about how he operated. I looked at his bellows and saw two or three ways that it could be improved and made easier to operate. Silver work was performed as was woodworking and pottery. For two thousand years after Christ, there had been few, if any, advances in any mechanical art. I continued to see very little cloth. It turned out that what I thought it was cloth was finely tanned leather. There were no spinning wheels or like apparatus anywhere.We joined another. My legs were raised and the sucking lips gave way to a licking tongue that quickly found my puckering anal opening. Lips that seemed to be like soft velvet sucked gently at my anal orifice.. I struggled to remove my shirt just about the same time that Chris was climbing up on my body, with my legs spread wide, Chris guided his rigid cock to my anus and with one powerful thrust his cock sunk deep into my accepting rectum. I screamed as his cock head plunged past my outer anal muscle ring, Chris. She imagined who they were. She knew they were all club members, but she was certain that she hadn't met them all - the club was far too large. As she continued to walk, she could see a large X made out of white tape on the floor. She walked towards it, then stood on it and faced the audience. The auctioneer's voice rang out through the auditorium's speakers. "Ladies and gentlemen, we now come to lot 109. She's all of 28 years old, a perfect 34-26-34. Look for yourselves, folks. She's a beauty..