She knew he meant it; the flash in his dark eyes promised that. He was the only man in her life now. God had taken her first man, and now it was time for him to give her a second. She needed him, needed a man to cook and clean for and make love to her in return. His dangling cock, sagging from its own immense weight, was scarcely a foot away from her face as she struggled to hold back the hot lump in her throat, terrified and skeptical of having another man's big white cock in her mouth… that same mouth that had only kissed and sucked her dear Sandor's. Another man's cum in her throat… it was almost too hard to swallow.

Lex slid forward on the sofa, gauging carefully the distance from his limply hanging prick and her wetly trembling lips. He adjusted his hips just slightly so that the purplish swollen head brushed her lips ever so little.

"All right, baby… it's all yours! Do a good job and I'll make it up to you later. Now hurry up, the A's will be back at bat in a couple of minutes." And with that he gave her a rough pinch deep inside her naked thigh as she knelt below him, squeezing her soft tender flesh just an inch from the warmly moist lips of her still-hungry pussy.

Sophie turned her face away from the enormous bulb-shaped head and closed her eyes, hoping somehow that it would go away- or better still, turn into Sandor's long hard prick that she knew

every ridge and vein of.

Lex spun her head back so that she was less than a scant inch from his half-erect, dangling prick.

"Listen, sweetie, I don't wanna get rough with 'ya, but I said to hurry up, okay? OKAY?" His tone was calm, but threatening, and Sophie didn't want to get him angry. She'd heard him yelling at some tenants upstairs about being late with the rent, and had witnessed his rage as he slammed his clenched fist into the door and sent it rocking on its hinges. With his size and strength, she knew she would be helpless against him.