The sun shown through the window of Lia Harrison’s swanky Atlanta home. She was alone in her “pet” room. She was nothing. He had over a foot and a half in height on her and probably weighed three times as much as she did. Her eyes widened as she remembered the pictures he’d sent her of himself. “Why don’t you crawl over here and suck some more cock.” the black guy teased. Unfortunately many times she was forced to have all manner of sex with his clients. Marcus looked at Lia’s trembling body and smiled, before walking out. He handed Lia the clipboard and watched her intently as she signed it. He pinched her clit between his thick rough fingers and began rubbing it with his other hand. As heavy as the lid was, Lia was comparatively weak and Angus had lost a lot of the feeling in much of his body due to a fire he was caught in.
