You can either do Frank, or we can just talk.”“Do Frank?” Beth asked, confused by Tanya’s unexpected rejection. “He’s not ready – I can ...mell him. He’s already cum.”“Well, then,” Tanya said, “I guess we can just talk. What happened to you earlier? You were saying something to that piece of metal on the floor, then you just ... conked out!”“That?” Beth indicated the Praetor. “It’s called a Praetor. It collects data and determines judgments about ... things. I ... keep my ... personal thoughts in. She takes another drink then drops on the floor next to me, after one more top up of her drink I can see it is taking affect. I had slightly doctored he drink to make her drowsy, as soon as it started to take affect I put my plan into place.I soon had her naked on my bed, my head was between her legs licking sucking and nibbling her delicate little pussy lips and clit, she was trying to push my head away telling me to stop I was being naughty and she wasn't a lesbian.I pinned her arms by her. Beth loved her kids, and was an excellent provider, but, ultimately, she couldn't resist letting Kevin fertilize her pussy over and over again, and she had accepted that her kids were the inevitable product of that process.She went back to work a few months after having her first child, and found that she was surrounded by glowing women whose bodies were just beginning to show the consequences of their promiscuous behavior. Lydia was the largest of the bunch, having given in to her new urges. Our sex life was as passionate as ever, and even enhanced by my love for black men. This has been mainly due to the fact that Dave is very dominant. I think I have discovered that my desire is to be dominated in the bedroom and very few white men can do that effectively.This has changed though. A few weeks ago I walked in on Dave getting topped by one of my black lovers. I was shocked. Here was my dominant husband, the one for whom I live to please, being utterly dominated by a true man. There.