I’m an experienced married woman and I was unashamedly using him. I immediately resolved stop this now, I stood up to get my dressing gown and cover...myself and wondered what I would say. There would have to be some compromise I conceded, at most I would masturbate him again and not go any further.He appeared in the open doorway, a box of tissues in one hand. He had taken off his shirt and the belt on his jeans hung loose with the buttons of the fly halfway undone. The bulge underneath was. But I only went four inches and turned on the vibrator mode. The pressure on his prostate, vibration, and Alex’s vigorous attention to his balls and rod worked their magic. His cock was as hard and distended as I’d ever seen one in all my years of nursing and that’s saying something.Now that he was fully aroused, I gently pushed a protesting Alex away and leaned over his body. I flicked the head of his cock with my middle finger to get his eyes to focus on me. I knew what he saw. Dimpled. She begged forforgiveness and promised to worship every black womanshe came across as Jess kept pounding her ass with heropen palm. Soon, she was sobbing like a baby.The other white women had watched everything thathappened and knew if Linda could be dominated thateasy, their asses was grass. First one and then therest of the black girls were grabbing their white cuntsby the hair and leading them to adjacent chairs andthrowing them over their laps also. The women offered no resistance as they. I love you,” I was repeating myself—babbling. A light snapped on in my head. Dad warned me months ago that forgiveness would be the hardest part. Sure, I forgave her for leaving. I forgave her for whatever happened with the Slimy Dick. For walking out on us. But that one night when she’d knelt in front of me, I’d never let go. I’d withheld her pet name ever since—never used it again. Cruel. Vindictive. Punishing her. And myself. Stupid fucking son-of-a-bitch! My special pet name for her. “My.