[bbgapril]

"Oh my god, are you married?" he exclaimed.

I looked up at him, still stuffed to the back of my throat, "Yeff I mm" I mumbled.

After a few more bobs on his penis he pulled my head back by my hair and lifted me to my feet. I was worried that I had done something wrong.

"Is that bad? Did I do something wrong? Do you want me to leave? Should I take my ring off" I stammered, scared of what he might say.

He said nothing as he walked behind me; I almost started to cry because I didn't know how he was going to react.

I stood there, feeling his presence behind me. I felt his warm breath on the nape of my neck that felt so good but also so scary at the same time.

"I'm going to have fun with you" he told me; I could hear the smirk on his face as he led me down the hallway of his first floor. I looked left and saw his bedroom. He turned me abruptly to the left and into his bedroom. His bedroom was sparsely decorated. A TV sat on a dresser at the end of the room with the unusually high bed facing it. The bed had 4 large pillars made of a dark wood on each corner. A nightstand on each side of the bed was covered in Penthouse and Playboy magazines with frilly white girls scantily clad on the covers. The shades in the room were drawn and little light was let in and he didn't turn on the lights.

He stood me facing away from him but at the foot of the bed. I looked at the big pillars and thought how mighty they looked standing roughly 6 feet in the air. I noticed that the bed didn't have sideboards and the mattress came up to the exact middle of my belly button. It certainly was high! He ordered me to stand on my tiptoes. I dutifully obeyed his command and rose on my nylon feet.