“And, if you want to, you could be one of those people,one time, if you wanted to. If you wanted to, with Hans.I think I’d enjoy seeing yo... do that.” I could feel her go tense against me. “You’re joking,aren’t you? I wouldn’t know how to do that, how to act.I wouldn’t feel safe. I mean, it’s one thing to jokeabout it, but to do it is something else. I’d feel likeI was sneaking behind your back, having an affair orsomething.”. As I passed by on my way to bed at the guest’s room, I saw Anita on all fours taking that huge black cock again from behind…For three hours I lay in bed listening to them fuck and listening to my wife spew filthy words about herself, what she wanted from that black guy and what she would do for him. I heard him grunting wildly as he delivered three more potent loads into my slut wife before things grew finally quiet…Orson left early the next morning before my wife got up; he had to catch a. They all know me, but they think I'm just an old lawyer. You'd be able to promote yourself and we might get a little commercial business out of it. In the meantime, Petra can help. What do you say?" Goodness, oh my, I'm speechless. I don't know what to say. I guess the best thing for me to do is just say, 'Yes' as fast as I can and leave, before you change your mind." Great, but I don't want you to leave. Let me take you out front and introduce you to Petra. She takes care of me. She knows less. I drew back just enough so she could speak; the little rascal bit my nose instead. I grinned and nuzzled her neck so fiercely she cried out for me to stop. Despite that, I didn't stop until I shot off again, this time, inside her."Goddammit Stanley!!" Phillipa wriggled out from under me and zipped to the shower, "I can't believe you spunked in me again!"The next day, I drove her down to Palo Alto where she met up with a couple who taught at Stanford -- friends of her aunt, Phillipa claimed. I.