She realized that Miss Walters experienced the drudgery. She was certainly not depriving her of the joy. Miss Walters was depriving herself of the joy...as certainly as she was depriving the girls of it.And, then, the freedom. Mother had hinted something of that. A married woman ruled her household -- under, of course, her husband. Richard seemed to wish to enlarge her rule. If she understood him correctly, he wished her in charge of their social life. She would decide what the two of them would. Lulled into a sense of well-being, Susan waited expectantly for her husband's entrance into her now seething cuntal passage... Then, she felt his finger move upward to the puckered ring of her anus nestled between the white, trembling moons of her buttocks. Twisting her head around, she looked back at Ron questioningly, "Darling... what... are you... ?" I'm going to fuck you in the ass!" he hissed back at her, his face contorted with lewd lust. "Just in case... it's the only place you haven't. By wishing him I hugged him and gave a peck on his cheek. I asked him to get up, take shower quickly because I have made his favourite breakfast.He got up and took his shower. On the breakfast table I told him that we'll go for shopping today. I asked him, what present he needs on completing his graduation which I promised to give on this day. He instead of telling blushes a little and said that he'll tell after shopping. So we went out for shopping and spend an hour over it. At home I cleaned. The queer dropped to his knees as the black man held his cock tight to keep from shooting his load until the bitch was in position. Suddenly the black man pulled his dick back and began pumping it with his fist. The sissy raised "her" face just in time to feel a hot slop of semen splash over "her" horny face, followed by another and another. A thick string of cum hung from the black man's dick. The sissy leaned forward and slurped it into "her" mouth, cleaning the cock off with "her" tongue..