She let me know in no uncertain terms that she wanted absolutely no part of such bullshit.OK - I admit it - I was relentless. I really wanted this to ...appen, and I mentioned it to her at least once daily. I could see the whole scenario playing out in my head - at least a million different ways. It made my dick hard as a rock to envision my gorgeous wife getting slammed hard by a big black man. So I didn't let up. I begged her to let it happen.In those days, we'd been having a little cash flow. Or, it may just cause you to miss much juicier scenes later on!Please enjoy my story, and happy fapping!When you graduated college, you were alone and adrift in the world. You found a decent job, kept to your usual routine, and made your way as best you could...until you met Alice. You found her physically captivating, and would never have approached her on your own, but to your surprise she did the work and made the first move. The two of you got along fantastically, started dating, and you. "We are at the bottom of the staircase now, Slave Wendy," he told her, still keeping his grip on her arm. She was pleased that Marcus already was using the proper terminology. He escorted her into the cool, musty dungeon, which was illuminated by four red candles kept on metal holders affixed to the walls. Marcus let go of her arm. "Slave Wendy, to fully appreciate the treatment you are about to receive, your body must be fully exposed." Wendy obediently removed her dress, underclothes, and. Thanks to the "E" though, even that wasn't enough, my cock refused to go soft and Jill's cunt seemed to be on fire, we went into the kitchen, and I sat in a straight-backed chair while she straddled me with her back to me.Slowly she lowered herself down and moaned softly as my cock entered the tight little hole of her bottom."You dirty bastard," she giggled. "This is so fucking good Tommy, I love it darling, I fucking love it." You're arse is fucking gorgeous Jill, so tight and fucking hot."All.