He grabbed at one of them and gave it a rough squeeze laughing as he spoke, oh well I’m sure your husband likes them and they do seem quite firm. Ta...e your bra off he snapped.Putting my hands behind me I undid the clasp then removed the straps from my shoulders letting my bra drop down my arms to the floor. My pink nipples were slightly stiff and not helped by the cool breeze that wafted over them. The next thing I knew, my right nipple was being pulled and squeezed and I gave out a little. " Are we involved?" Don't you think so?" Yes but I didn't dare think let alone say so."She smiled at him, her eyes so ablaze he could almost feel their physical warmth."Dare! I like you too. Rather a lot!"Richard resisted the urge to take her into his arms."I, I d-do dare," he stammered.She smiled up at him."Good! This isn't going to be fun though." I can imagine." Well, we met at university. I was reading medicine and he was reading law. We met at a party and hit it off. We got married almost. It’s like they got a bone to pick with the entire world. Male or female, black or white, straight or gay, we’re all human damn it. We’ve all been wronged at some point so we’re all entitled to feeling frustrated. But black chicks are the worst, man. Seriously. They’re never happy! I don’t think they’d be happy if someone handed each and every single one of them a billion dollars simply for smiling for sixty seconds! What the hell is their problem? If I sound angry, it’s because I am. I’m a. Time seems to have slowed down. Master told me that there would be two others with him when he returns. My mind is racing with who the other men are. As I am Master’s secret I don't know anyone else in his life, and nobody else knows that I am his submissive. My thoughts are suddenly interrupted by the arrival of a car and as I hear it pull up my heart starts to race. Glancing back from my position towards the living room I can see that Masters chair is ready. The television remote is there,.