He stretched himself on top of me and we enjoyed the intimacy of warm, naked flesh. He started kissing me; on the forehead first, then cheeks, then brushed my lips. Our mouths were firmly closed, but he kept on kissing.
Under his suit he was naked. His dark skinned chest was smooth, no dark hair like on his head where his hair was tight and curly. His dog-tags hung round his neck and rested between his well tight pecs.
Just hearing him make appreciative comments about his oral abilities drove him into a feeding frenzy as he sucked wildly on the head of the nine inch prick, desperately trying to coax out a gusher into his needy mouth!
O-oh my god, Carol gasped as a little dribble of cum ran down her husband's chin, you've turned him into a real fucking cocksucker!!! Reluctantly Art let the big dick slip from his lips, and after wiping the cum from his chin, he turned over and waited on all fours for Rod to take him from behind!
The gravity of the situation was now just beginning to dawn on him!!! No one knew where he was, and worse yet, he was in the thrall of a woman who was about to use him in the most vile sexually abusive way he could think of, and if screaming would have done any good.