Emerged tinnily from the speakers. ?I am uploading the sound file to a secure area of my website? there. Now. And while we’re here, your address ...is [email protected], isn’t it? So let’s open that up. You are going to give me your password.??Mistress, I??I spent the next ten seconds writhing in desperation as jolt after jolt of cruel pain raped their way through my loins. She sat watching me, dispassionate, but smiling. Glowing, in fact.?I am unimpressed at having to torture you to. God knows my needs weren’t being met either, but I wasn’t whoring myself out with every spare minute.And suddenly it hit me.Maybe there was a better option out there. My hands were still shaking with anger, but I directed the browser to the main “casual encounters” page. My hand hovered over “m4w”, then clicked. I scrolled through, clicking on a few with photos. Big, hard cocks promising “endless pleasure” to “one or more” lucky lady. They smacked of childish ego and, worse, disease. I couldn’t. 30, I blinked, Del was still asleep in front of me and I glanced over her, the bed was empty, had he gone back to her, was he satisfying her lust again, I slipped out of bed and put on my gown, then I went into the lounge, Gerald was sitting at the table, a cup of coffee in front of him and some empty cups laid on it, the bedroom doors were all open and no sign of anyone, “where are they all?” I asked, “they’ve gone he said looking up at me, I sat down opposite to him watching him, “gone. "Fuck me," she said, and the expression on her face was unmistakably one of unfettered eagerness and anticipation. Marcus let out another low groan and he glanced down at his own pale cock for a second, as he stroked it up and down, and then back up at the other guys ebony shaft---as it slid effortlessly, deeper and deeper, into the young white woman's vagina.Suddenly, Marcus let go of his cock, and as he did, his cock started twitching and throbbing. He'd almost had an orgasm; but he'd stopped.