The dinning room was dimly lit and the girls stood on one end of the table waiting. Emily approached him, took his coat and led him to his chair. ‘H...ppy birthday master,’ they each said to him with a kiss. ‘Now sit back and enjoy the show.’ With that music was turned on and they reappeared wearing their outfits and dancing to the Persian beats. They had been taking belly dancing lessons and he was impressed at how good they were. They danced around him and every now and then would drop a scarf. He taint none uh my husband on paper cuz ole Massa says niggers not ‘posed to get married legal ‘n all like de white folks but we jumped de broom under de full moon so I says we’s married. Maw says it too so dats good ‘nuf fo’ me. Adam, dats mu husband’s name, like in da bible, like de first man dey ever was. Dat ain’t his real name. His real name is . . . well . . . I cain’t say it outside ma head cuz it don’t be ‘lowed fo’ slaves to have no name lessin’ a white person give it to ya. Adam. We walked to an empty table in the middle of the room and she asked me if I wanted her to show me some stress relief and I said yes without any hesitation, much to my surprise, but all this sex going on around me was making me very aroused. She placed a gentle kiss on my lips and started to unbutton my blouse. I started to stop her and then I felt another set of hands grab mine. I looked up to see another female, wearing nothing but a smile. The woman kissing me said, “ by the way my name. My Mother In-law’s hands were not visible to me and I could not tell if she was pleasuring herself as I felt the beginning of my orgasm.By now I was not only brave but brazen and decided to up the ante. I slid the sheet down off my body to reveal my wife’s hand as she stroked my cock in her sleepy state. I turned my head toward my Mother In-law and stared right into her eyes and our eyes met briefly before she continued her watching her daughter jerk me off. I moaned softly but loud enough for.