He led me by the hand back to the master bedroom.I said "Please, we can't make love on my marriage bed - I love my husband."He sat me on the edge of t...e bed and said, "Don't worry babe, we aren't going to be making love - you are about to get fucked by a black man. We don't make love, not to white sluts." I am not a slut," I protested. "I have only ever had sex with my husband."His reply was that I was in for a big treat. He kissed me again, and I was starting to resign myself to the fact that. Ever so gently, she pulled away from him, sliding her hips lower over his thighs until she could hold his throbbing cock in her hand. As effortlessly as before, she swirled the feathers in the satin bag and then let them make love to his cock. It seemed to reach for the feathers as she caressed and teased it – reaching, pulsating, and aching with anticipation. Her body, coated with the soft, glistening powder, gently slid up towards his face, her breasts brushing past his cock, his stomach,. Her lips formed the first part of the word. Another mistake. Her sight found the fire and the man behind it. He looked up, his face sweaty and worried. ‘Sskali,’ she whispered. === For a while, nothing happened. The girl had gone silent when she reached the word. She hadn’t said it, of course, or the spell would have taken place and whatever it did would have happened. Instead the girl had spelled it out, letter by letter. ‘Then what?’ he asked the dark silence. His eyes had adjusted long. He wasn't wild about the whole Master/Slave thing, although if she was serious, he could see the benefits for him. He knew they needed to talk about it soon, but figured they would have plenty of time to talk on the drive out west. In the mean time there was a lot to get done.Junior had been hard at work for nearly two hours when Sarah came to the door of the garage. She leaned against the frame clad in one of his BDU shirts, her tan legs showing from mid thigh down. He lowered the cases of.