I couldn't help but grindmy pussy into the mattress as it began to juice up.But Mistress April was quick to let me know this was not about my pleasure...but hers and hers was to inflict pain. So soon the hand contained apaddleand my pleasure met up with some pain. Till it got to a point where I wasn'tsure I could take anymore, but that appeared to be where Mistress Aprilwanted me, crying and begging her to have mercy."That's right cunt, beg, causebegging to me just means you want more, but not. My fetish, you see, is what I now recognize to be an insatiable lust for lies, and it is also the basis of my committed relationship with my short, extremely cute, busty, big-assed brunette wife Hannah.Hannah didn't just lie to me to conceal her promiscuity, though, she would lie to me to manipulate me. She would tell me all about how hard she worked, how stressed out she was about school, how broke she was, how much she cleaned and cooked, and how nice she was to me. And I ate it up because it. " I said. I grabbed him by the hand and led him upstairs to the bedroom, stopping in front of the full length mirror hanging behind the door. I knelt down in front of him and said:"I can't wait any longer, give me what I crave." I unbuckled his trousers, letting them fall to the floor. I knew he was rock hard already. Anthony stripped his boxers down, letting his eleven inches dick slap me in the face. Then I grabbed it by the base and put his large black knob between my lips.I came. I thought she could be checking out the rest of the house, so I went looking for her. After checking upstairs, I headed back down just as one handsome black guy was coming out of the fuck room. He told me that my wife was there inside and wanted me in there right away. As I entered the room, Ana was laying on the bed with her nice legs spread out and cum running from her just fucked pussy. She told me the handsome black man had fucked her wildly and she was going back later for more.We returned.