She felt a little better as the sugar began to enter her system and just began to talk. “I’m Dee ..err..Deborah” she said. He looked up from...the flat tire and said gruffly.. “yeah how are ya? I’m Eddie.” She started to tell him how she came home and found her husband banging her best friend and neighbor in their bed. She left in the clothes she worked in last night. Grabbing nothing, not even make-up or money. She told him she had no where to go. She was a transplant from. Nothing was being said as I, first of all, moved my hands up her neck a little before moving down to her shoulders. I could tell by the sighs that she was loving itAfter maybe five minutes I asked her if she liked it and nodding at the same time she said it was lovely. Then I told her that if she liked that then she could imagine just how good a full massage would be. I whispered that after having a full head to toe, front and back, massage I always felt like I could conquer the world.Then. That all changed when we went to a xmas party and i met a black guy who taught me the pleasure of black sex and turned me into a whore.At the party my husbnad made a fool of himself and got rather drunk ,he then tried it on with a few of the women there and upset me .This black guy darly saw what was happening and got talking to me and at the end of the night gave me a kiss as we were leaving ,my husband too drunk to notice.I didnt think anything of it until a week later when Daryl phoned me. The submissive was beginning to feel almost bloated with the amount of girl-sauce she had consumed, but she still wanted more. Isabel looked at Rachel. ‘Would you be a dear and lie down on the ground?’ she asked of the black-skinned goddess. As Rachel lay down quite leisurely and propped her head up with a pillow, Isabel shoved Torrie onto her stomach, her face landing in Rachel’s crotch. ‘Start eating!’ she commanded. Torrie was WAY ahead of her. ‘Fuck, she is SO much better than any guy,’.