I asked him: "How am I supposed to fix it?"He answered. “Just take my black cock and put it into your sweet tight white asshole”I turned around an... he started moving his finger in circles over my back. He attempted to get his hand under my bathing suit but I pushed his hand away. I knew I would lose all control if I let him get that far …I had to put some distance between us or I wouldn't be able to stop him from fucking me in public.I got out of the pool but I then got cold. Markus noticed my. Maybe I didn’t want to know. Maybe I just wanted to wonder.The hands were becoming forceful now. They were shoving my dress up to my waist. The pressure of the fabric was suddenly gone from where it had been. Now the tightness lay on my hips, while below that it was deliciously free. My entire bottom half was now naked, open for anybody in the room to ogle.But I was asleep still. That’s what I would tell them.The breathing between my legs suddenly stopped.I stopped breathing, and waited.The. But I grabbed this opportunity with both hands to fulfill my fantasy. I stood up, walked to her, moving my face close to her whispered, “Then let’s have some.” And gave a soft peck on her lips. She did not hesitate or refrain and I took this as a green signal.We dived right into each other’s mouths, kissing passionately and exploring each other. I started moving my hands on her back while still kissing her and exploring her mouth. By pushing my tongue deeper and not letting her breathe. Being home all the time it made sense. But as Julia stoodthere watching him, hands on her hips, she realized there was somethingdifferent going on. She wasn't so much watching him as she wassupervising him. He wasn't just doing the dishes like he'd agreed to, hewas doing them because she'd just ordered him to.It was a moment of realization, a moment that underscored a changebetween them -- she'd ordered him. Maybe it was wrong, she admitted toherself, but there was something deliciously naughty.