I looked up at her.‘I like to see ladies getting their hair cut’ I replied.‘Is that why you followed me down the street this morning?’Shit. Sh...’d seen. She’d remembered. When I saw her in reception I’d looked for a hint of recognition, but had thought that I’d got away with it. My stalker skills clearly weren’t as good as I thought.Yes’ I admitted.‘So you like my hair?’‘Yes’ I said. I watched her shift her weight, revealing a bit more slit.‘Look up here, not down there’ she said realising where. ”“I am My Lord’s new pet, Majesticunt,” she said, showing her nametag, “former hero. Is it that obvious?”“Well, Annette never would have met me at the door naked, bowing, and scraping. She would have thrown on some clothes first and given me a hug,” the woman said, smiling.Then “the look” came over the stranger’s face, the same one Cynthia had seen innumerable times over the last seven decades. “Oh God, you have no idea what a fan I am of y — Master!”Looking over Cindi’s shoulder she had seen. But, tasted good, as I lowered my mouth onto her cunt. The second I made contact her body shook and she pulled her legs up by her hands. "Yes, do that!" She panted.I explored her pussy with my mouth, sucking in big mouthfuls of her lips, stretching them, rolling them around. With my cheeks packed full with her innermost lips, I flicked my tongue onto her clit, giving it a good swipe. She grabbed my head and screamed out loud as her orgasm crashed into her. I let go of her lips and sucked her. Over the years, I would fantasize about a black man or couple without my husband’s knowledge. In the shower or even during the day when I was all alone. I couldn’t help but realize I was very curious about having sex with someone outside of my race. Perhaps that is the reason why the sex decreased and he went to another women, but this might be ironic fate for what was going to happen in my life. Even during the separation, I would have the fantasy from time to time and it seemed like that was.