Ana had now truly become a black cock whore. I was sure of that.She only enjoyed to be brutally fucked by well hung niggers; violent bastards that tre...ted her like a piece of ragged doll and used and abused her whole holes; not matter if she pleaded for them to show some mercy. I knew my sensual babe loved to be a whore for them.During the last six months, that bastard Jamal had sent regularly a couple of black buddies to our home. Those niggers just used to get naked in our main bedroom and. She's your cousin, you idiot, I thought and quickly retargeted my eyeline at the toaster.Four steps later, Maria was at my side, her head resting against my right shoulder and her left arm snaked around my waist. "Matthew, thanks for being so kind to me last night. It's not the way I normally behave, I promise you, but I drank a bit more than I should have and... Well, you know the rest."I turned my head, gazed down into those soft brown eyes and then did something which, even now, all these. Punishment was bad enough but to require punishment before the crowd was nearlytoo much for her to bear. Becca was fixed to the manacles that hung from the wall, her wrist and anklebracelets were fixed so that she stood facing the wall, her arms pulled upand apart exposing the soft smoothness of her back. The jutting prominenceof her bottom cheeks was thrown into relief by the securing of her ankle ina widespread pose revealing to all present the soft fig of her sex. The touch of the paddle. It was the smile that did it. Hell maybe it was the hair she kept staring at. No matter what it was, I could see her visibly relax. ‘Hardly an angel.’ ‘Now I like that even better.’ The obvious flirty remark convinced her to lighten up a little more. It wasn’t until I was deep into dinner, and she had finished the single piece of chocolate cake she had ordered, that she began to really open up. It seemed that the divorce was not going well at all. It seemed that Donald had fooled her. He had.