He owns me and I love it. But what I love the most is the feel of my husband underneath me, with his face buried between my thighs, slurping and licki...g. My black lover is pounding me now and with each stroke his cotch makes a slapping sound against my white ass while his balls slap across the bridge of my husband’s nose. It’s the ultimate feeling of power and liberation. My black lover owns me and can do whatever he wants to my body and my husband is at the very bottom, underneath me watch. Then I saw one of the boys hold something in front of his face. I couldn't tell what it was but he kept holding it in front of his face. Not until he had the other five boys stand next to my naked wife and he put the object back up to his face did I realize it was a camera. The boy was taking nude pictures of my wife with all the other boys in the picture. I saw the boy walk to her side and take a couple pictures of her face as she was laying there sleeping. I decided it was time to halt things. Are you atLadies Nails? We can be there in about ninety minutes okay?" Yes, I'm just going in for my appointment now. I'll see you in a littlewhile." Rob hung up, the thought of seeing Tanya and her kids giving himsome kind of a warm feeling in his gut. He'd been having so many weirdthoughts and emotions, that he was just going with the flow now. Hesmiled at the receptionist and she led him back into the salon.* * * * *Tanya ended up being a little later than she had promised Diana;. Were they really just friends? Or were they girlfriends? When I closed my eyes, I started thinking about how she must have been with them in bed. I imagined her sweating brown body against their light, white bodies, or even the caramel-colored ones. I imagined her shaking as each one of her “friends” gave her an orgasm. I imagined the faces she’d made as they licked her clit and ran their fingers through her afro. Before too long, I found I was rubbing myself at the thought and tasting my own.