”Even though we were sitting in the front pew, the walk forward seemed to take minutes. It is amazing how many thoughts can race through your mind w...th each step that you take. I was glad to have a job. I was anxious the my job was essentially making my wife a prostitute. I was turned on by the thought of the next time I would get to watch her being fucked by black men. I hated the steel cage on my cock.“Tom, do you agree to serve this congregation to the best of your abilities?”“I do”“Do you. She pulled it downhard,and pinned it to my hair in multiple places. It was shorter thanmy own wig, coming just a little bit below my chin. It had full bangs,and the bottom curled toward to the front of my face. "Does it lookfamiliar, Janice? I was inspired by the way Catherine Zeta-Jones woreher hair in "Chicago." I knew it turned you on to see her like that,but, silly me, I thought you wanted to fuck her. Of course, now Irealize you want to be her." She gave the wig a few gentle tugs."There, I. His face was jet-black and the only thing I could see was his white eyes and the hard rain glistening off his jet-black skin. I start to tremble with fear. He was about a foot and a half taller then me, and his shoulders were broad, like a giant football player. I started to whimper wanting to beg for my life."Please mister don't kill me." I was cut off by a hard slap to the face... Whooop!!!!!When he slapped me I thought I saw stars, but it was lighting coming from the sky as the rain poured. Kayla turned into Uncle Tim and kissed his mouth full on. Their tongues penetrated each other’s mouths like sexual serpents entwined in lovemaking. Kayla broke the embrace and slowly stripped naked to Tim’s visual pleasure. Small firm breasts with puffy erect nipples, slender body shaved absolutely bare between her legs. A please use me mound with wet pussy lips protruding along her slit.Kayla’s sparkling blue eyes beaconed Tim to get his gear off too. He undressed and proudly displayed his.