As soon as Mr. Smith was comfortable in the chair, Mrs. Smith lay across his lap and shortly thereafter, Mr. Smith began lovingly rubbing his wife’s...ass.I stood in front of them stunned by this clearly well-practiced ritual, which prompted a series of questions in my head: How often did Mrs. Smith go across her husband's lap? Were the roles ever reversed? Did Mr. Smith ever get a spanking from his wife? What would it feel like to be spanked by one of these incredible people? Who would spank me. Slapping me on the ass he said, "Do you like being slapped slut?"I replied, "Whatever you like Sir is good with me."He smiled then said, " I think you are going to work out just fine slut."He ordered me to put my hands up above my head and when I did he cuffed my wrists to the top rack holding shoe boxes and now that I was securely attached to the stock shelves he pulled out his cell phone and took some photos of me helplessly cuffed and naked except for my heels & dark pantyhose.Then he. I told her in 2 weeks on the weekend I have to go out of town for work. I also told her Karen wants to go with me. Of course MIL never says no to me. She all ways worry about her daughters marriage. She keeps on the bandwagon for Karen to lose weight. I just can’t tell her I want her like that because I want her to fuck black men. I bet I would lose my baby sitter if I do tell MIL my wife, her daughter is built for fucking black men.I called Leon up and tell him ever thing is set up. I have a. ‘Oh, you’re a shoe in. She asked me if you were my boyfriend, with a huge grin on her face.’ ‘Well?’ I asked, wondering at her response. She pulled back laying her forehead against mine. I could see the little grin on her face, she bit her lip and said. ‘I think he just might be if you like him. She nodded like a bobble head doll.’ ‘Yes!’ I whispered. ‘Easiest interview ever.’ ‘Am I going to walk into a room and find you two sucking face every time?’ Emily said, clearly not as exasperated as.