He felt Karen through her dress and said, "You like that shit, don't you, baby? Yeah, we gonna have a good time!" Karen was really nervous from her la...t public appearance with a black man and requested that we go to the motel room before anything else take place. Master James (that's what he calls himself) appreciated her enthusiasm. In our room, Karen undressed herself and her black master. He stood here, hands on hips, smirking as she adoringly ate his hard prick. "Hey, my man, why don't you. I pull my breast from your lips, and you look lost. I smile at you, kiss you passionately, and hook my hands in the top of your thong pulling it from you. I stand then and remove my lace boyshorts as well; revealing my pussy, freshly waxed for our meeting. We are both now completely naked. We are vaguely aware of your husband still stroking his cock, but he is just a detail to us at this point. Smiling at you, I pull you so you are completely reclined on the sofa, and move my face down to your. .. the women were still beautiful... and God, how he needed one.A half-dozen times he paused to ogle after a pair of pretty legs or a voluptuous figure wearing a piled-up, exotic coiffure... radical, ridiculous, but beautiful... slender ankles, rounded calves and curvaceous hips and buttocks... tripping off on high, needle-like heels in every damned direction. Christ, it was enough to set him wild; his love-starved cock jerked uncontrollably in his pants. He didn't intend that another day would. ‘But boy, that was probably the most humiliating day of her life.’ I grin and nod my head as he walks off. As he does so I am reminded of so many nights when I humiliated you. Some nights I made you beg to be taken. Other nights I made you beg for pain or to eat cum. You loved those games. Especially, you enjoyed when I treated you like an animal. The ‘puppy game’ we called it. I made you wear a dog collar and bark to communicate with me. I taught you hand commands that would make you sit, lie.