Let’s go tomy room so we can really have a good time. Now, letsget those pants off of you.”Removing his pants and underwear, I took his ha...d andpulled him up off of the bed as I led him to my bedroomwhich had a king sized bed in it. I also kept my toysor play things in my night stand by my bed so theywould be accessible. I smiled at him, knowing thattoday I would be teaching him a lot more about sex as Isaw his cock stirring once again. He was lying on his back as I kissed his hard. Carl slipped off his coat and loosened his tie. Monica smiled demurely, left her earrings where they were, and walked into the bathroom.When she walked out, all she wore were her jewelry and a smile. “Is this what you had in mind, Mister Smith?”He smiled and shifted uncomfortably. Use of such a formal address was a trigger for Carl and she knew it. “Yes. Perfect.”“And now, what would you like, Mr. Smith?”“I would like for you to come here and undress me.”“Yes, sir.”Monica crossed the floor and. Johnson's fingers now fully engaged in my pussy I was in no condition to respond. To make matters worse, several friends of Mr. Johnson joined us just at that moment and he introduced me as his new slut wife. To make a long story short (see part 1 for full details) I confessed in front of my husband and these three black men that I was indeed a black cock slut and would do anything Mr. Johnson asked of me.Mr. Johnson made it very clear to us that he respected our marriage and would not. He resisted them at first but in the end he embraced the stress relief of meditation. He was trying to learn a new way of thinking that would require a radical change in his life style. In the end what he was trying to do was just survive the day without the crack pipe. ‘You have been staring at the same page of that same file for five minutes, are you okay?’ Hillary asked. ‘Yes Ma’am. Just meditating,’ he replied. Roger had a uneasy feeling about Hillary. He didn’t get any vibe from her and.