I felt the vibrations of his piss spraying out and spraying on my hand as I slowly started to slide his foreskin back and forth. His cock is thick and...solid, so much different from the way my little one feels in my hand. Mitchell and Lamont were very happy as they watched me stroking their friend’s pissing cock, assuming that they would all get sucked by me before it was over.The flow finally subsided, and the last squirt dribbled down his cock and over my hand, just as I pulled his foreskin. She was struggling to turn, but was unable to do so and had resorted to yelling at me to 'get my filthy paws off her'.That was when I realized that my hands had taken up the position that any man's hands would take up if he was holding a woman, from behind, in bed. I had not gone beneath any clothing, I had not in fact, touched any flesh, but my hands were over her chest and she'd panicked.It took time to calm her and get her to realize that I had been asleep and had not attempted to grope her.. After dinner we had to lick our Mistress's clitoris. To them we were nothing but dogs-bdsm slaves to do with as they wished. When our Mistresses cum, we had to use our Blond hair to clean off the cum stains between their legs but never mind the cum stains on our own Blond hair or on our Nordic jaws.As I continued lapping at Mistress ... Nita's cunt, I was deep into my thoughts.Hitler was wrong. The Blond German men are not superior. The Brunette Persian women are superior. They own us, I told. But it was to Lee, my wife. One day I came home from the school I teach at. The instant I walked in the door, I knew something was wrong. I called out, no answer. I went upstairs, no one was home. I was at odds for a moment, then I stepped to Lee’s closet, and I knew. She was gone. No warning, no word, nothing… I called my student, Carey. No answer. I had known for some time that Carey and Lee had been having an affair, but since I had been there for the first session I wasn’t even bothered by.