I no longer felt like I was the third party, the peeping tom, and to a certain extent the party crasher. However weird it was, I felt like I was accep...ed into a group and found somewhere that I belonged.After telling Aunt Mary of my dreams of Amanda, and her witnessing of my sadistic tendency, she had agreed to teach me the art of BDSM. Believe it or not, BDSM was actually an art. Fuck me right? I wondered what sort of art I could turn Amanda into? Perhaps an arching hogtie? With a dildo deep. He was six feet tall somewhat overweight with a round face and short cropped wiry hair. Jane came in with a very embarrassed look on her face.Mr Wainwright, there is a Mr Jomo Kitur here to see you. He says it’s about your wife.’‘Send him in, Jane.’She walked to the door and called the man in. He walked into the office, a big smile on his face and offered his hand. Will didn’t get up and made no attempt to shake the man’s hand.‘Good morning Mr Wainwright. It’s a pleasure to meet you.’‘I wish I. ..WTF? hell no! "Its alright girl, this black dick wont even go down after that...He pulls me up and leads me to the bedroom where he climbs into my bed. I was overwhelmed with hornyness and guilt, I couldn't believe I was not telling him no, i needed to stop and tell him NO!He pulls me onto the bed with him, and his cock must have been every bit of 10 inches long, I had never seen a black dick in person, or a dick this big in a movie or in real life, and it was in my bed....this big, huge,. But not yet.I pull away from you and drop to my knees. I need to taste you. I wrap my pretty little mouth around your rock hard cock. I hear the moan escape your lips, feel you stiffen even more as I run my tongue down every inch of you. I slowly work your cock, licking and sucking the head, swirling and flicking my tongue, driving you crazy with want. I feel your hand tangled in my hair-feel you thrust deep into my mouth. I greedily take all you give me, sucking you deep, letting your cock.