Her screams intensified, but she didnt safe word. I was breathing hard, and my dick was throbbing. I picked up the crop and snapped it all ten times o... her bleeding clit. That only increased the blood flow, and I inhaled deeply, the coppery scent of blood fueling my sadistic passions. By the time I finished, she was gasping for breath and whimpering softly, her chin on her chest. I grabbed her hair and yanked it back. Still with me? Yes, Master. No safe word yet? No, Master. That turned me. Watching his wife with not one black lover, but two, aroused him beyond belief. He watched it over and over, his cock in his hand. He could not get enough of seeing her face, a mask of unbridled passion, her pussy stretched to accommodate the huge black pole of a cock. How could he ever compete? He delighted in the erotic film. He knew instinctively that she would become a black cock connoisseur. That she would 'give it up' to any black man who wanted her. There was no going back. He wanted. We’re Baptist.”“That’s good.” I continued. “We went to a Christmas program that one of the local Baptist churches in our area put on. I know that they have divorced persons in that church in full membership.”I figured that I had landed sufficient atom bombs in their theology and shut up. After a few moments of silence. I said, “We have come to announce that we will be married in our Methodist church next Saturday at three in the afternoon. You are invited. At our request, it will not be fancy. You start to speak Russian, knowing he doesn't get much of it. Part way through you stop and look at him. You get an idea and hoping it will work "Comrad, make a deel?"He raises a brow to you in curiosity. "You geeve to me dick more, I talk more English" Figuring this is a win win situation for you both, you find you can not get enough of his cock. As he pounds you from behind, through out the night, you moan and scream out random secrets in parts and pieces as he fills your random holes. .