For almost 4 years, weekends would always be special time, whether Mother, my sister and I were at home together or whether I was there with either of...them. The dressing was just what I did, evenings were always rather easy but the weekends much more intense.A typical weekend would start Friday evening when I returned home from school, straight into the bath, made myself as clean as possible and then into the clothes I had laid out before I went to school that morning. Nothing too outlandish,. They also wanted me to marry a white woman since I am white, I think but Izzy grew on them pretty quick . It was your standard court house deal where you go in a sign some pages . The old black man who was doing some of the clerical work told Izzy to give him her phone number incase there were any issues with that paper work we noticed after we left. He was so nice that he checks up on us and calls Izzy on the phone here and there . They’ve even gotten coffee together. Izzy told me once at the. She does it again harder. She slides the cock in and out faster.He watches in amazement. Raw pure sex. Every second the desire to take her grows. Afraid if his cock gets any harder it will burst.Just the huge girth of the fake dick and the intense sensations from her tortured nipples are sending Diana on a fast spiral to an orgasm. Looking at him watching. Knowing she is doing this because he ordered her to. She always knew she was a little submissive. But the time with her no good husband had. In my desire to please, I just thought he was speaking his mind. But itgot to the point where I HAD to be ready at 5:00PM every single day,dressed to impress and made up properly and ready to roll ... and yet weseldom went anywhere. I'd be all dolled up and he would show up and we'dhave a drink and something light that I had prepared and then we'd havesex and then he'd leave because he had "business" or "was meetingsomeone" or whatever.And then there were his boys. Jonathan never wanted me.