She pretended to just arrive when it was over. Seeing her taller but much weaker and wimpier white husband emasculated at the feet of a young black st...d like Tra'mon must have been embarrassing for her. Humiliatingly, I will have to admit that there must have been other feelings for her as well. The obvious manner in which she treated this black man was different now.As the black stud thanked her for the fruit plate, he took it from her hands. Julie looked over towards me for a moment and then. Our meet ended with a kiss,before a yellow cab drove her away leaving me with thoughts of what might of been.She called the next day, and invited me to "Dinner at eight" at her place.I was duly impressed upon arrival, she had a doorman outside her building, and an elevator man, and this was on the west side of Manhattan.As I entered her apartment, and proffered the gift of proverbial wine, she tongued kissed me! Well you can imagine my thoughts for a quick main course, and a mad dash for. She had to admit that the anticipation of doing her duty as a sister-in-law and giving the poor boys some relief with her hands and allowing them to fondle her female parts just to give them some measure of female solace in their sex-deprived condition made her pulse beat faster and helped spur her female tingle into a dampened state of readiness.She put on the robe her grandmother gave her as a parting gift and did her best to hide her female attributes not wanting to advertise her feminine. The upstairs room she had prepared was very nice. It had a vaulted ceiling with skylights and 6 sheaves mounted at the top with ropes running to electric winches. She had several lengths of rope on a table.“They will be right over in a few minutes. I’m so excited I want to be hung up by the time they get here.”Deedee grabbed one of the lengths of rope and had half of one breast started by the time I could tell her to slow down a little.I finished wrapping her left breast tightly and started on.