All around them naked slave-girls were wallowing in the scented warm water, trying to ease their aches and pains. “Not too bad . . . it seemed such ... long time, though.” “Yes ... I’m afraid it does.” “And you?” “I was decorative, as usual. Pretty uncomfortable. Used as a flower holder. You know the sort of thing. On hands and knees with the end of the container up you.” “Oh yes ... I know. I’ve done it in the main Harem. b**stly.” “Still, Delia came off worst. She got a breast caning.” “Yes . .. Her hand slid up my forearm and she squeezed tightly as she looked seductively into my eyes. Maybe the day was not a write off as I thought?I followed her into the dimly lit room.The pretty Japanese girl walked in and turned on some quiet flute music. She was wearing a short white kimono with flowers on it that barely covered her bottom. Her black hair was pulled back into a bun and her brown eyes looked at me seductively. Her bare feet with black toenail polish completed the picture of this. As I stand there peering quietly just watching intently, I am surprised that I am turned on like this is a porno movie that I am watching! Wayne is an incredible lover and what they say about a lot of black men is true. A lot are hung and can perform sexually at the drop of a hat! I unzip my own pants and I start playing with myself watching this spectacle of my wife getting pounded by this black stud as she begs for more. I can hear her have orgasm after orgasm as she cries out ooohh, ooohh,. " "That's not a cock, that's my clitoris. Just think of it as a bigclitoris. Bigger than your cock, but a clitoris just the same, and starttreating it as one." "But I've never kissed a cock before." "And you're not going to kiss one now. You're going to kiss my clitoris.Or maybe you'd rather go to jail," and she picked up the phone again."No, no. Don't call security. I'll kiss your c-, c-, clitoris." And Itook the large stiff prick in my hand and kissed its head tentatively asthe flash bulb.