You watch my expression as you push me on the bed, me landing flat on my back. I'm watching you closely also. I could tell the instant that you fully ...realized you didn't just see a man that wanted you. You saw a man who respects you. A man who has the most sincerest of hearts. A man who has offered himself to you, not in the physical sense, but in a compassionate, emotional way as you have many times envisioned in your dreams and hopes.No words are spoken from either of us as you crawl on top. I knew from the internet sites that it was actually quite a popular theme, and that couples like us and middle-class white women enjoyed sex with black men, especially well-endowed black men. We had a good, solid relationship and great sex. I did not want to spoil that by telling her I wanted to share her with other men and watch whilst she had sex with them. The night I discovered that she actually had very similar fantasies was one of the most exciting times of my life. We were both. This is good as I was close to cumming, but I have other plans. Both fingers are now sliding in and out freely and I return to deepthroating you as I build up speed and rhythm. Them with surprisingly little clumsiness I extract myself from on top of you. A quick fumble in my trousers lay at the side of the car and I have what I was looking for. I slide the condom on as I move back around to the other side of the car. Hooking your legs over the passenger seat and the parcel shelf I use my saliva. The ability of the cord to hurt, of course, was binary. If there was slack, everything was fine – excepting the need to avoid tripping on the wretched thing. But every so often, cruelly and entirely deliberately, the Toyota would speed up a little. Zac would see the pain coming, before it hit him, as the slack in the cord disappeared in front of him, one moment grazing the desert floor, the next a tight, virtually inelastic horizontal line between the boy and the truck. Zac would feel the.