Willie seemed to know exactly how to push my buttons as he'd say things like, Damn Jack, I thought you said your wife was shy. There ain't nuthin shy...about the way this slut of yours is devouring this black cock. Yeah that’s it lick dat head girl, show your hubby how bad you want dat cum". Each time my gaze became directed at jack my actions became frenzied as the knowledge he was watching me heightened the hunger I felt for Willie's large black cock. Later Jack would tell me that the look. Susan brought a fresh coffee to Sophie’s table and whilst placing down the steaming liquid she passed a slip of paper into Sophie’s trembling hand and slipped away to continue with her work.Sophie opened the piece of paper, her lips quivered as she read the words, she was afraid of being hurt again so soon. Her heart was beating hard and loud and her mind was afraid to come to terms with what the message may relay to her.“My darling Sophie, I have seen you in here before and have wanted to. After a while she bagan to alternate sucking and stroking. I looked down at her sweet black face with my harness in her. I came quickly. She slowed her sucking as she gulped me down. Then she hels my semi-erct member so she could look it over“I was always told white boys didn’t have this” she smiled“I hope this will do”“O yeah”“I want more” she statedI positioned my self on my knees and she spread. I grabbed her legs under her knees and held her butt off the bed. With her legs spread her butt. ” Justine actually stopped in mid step and looked at me. “What did you call me?” “Mistress?” Justine smiled. “You know what? I like the sound of that. Yes, ‘Mistress’. That’s good. No one has ever had cause to say that to me before. ‘Yes, Mistress’.” I couldn’t believe that Justine wasn’t raging; here I was masturbating in her bedroom into a pair of her knickers and she was chuckling to herself as she stripped her work clothes off. “Do you want me to take it all off?” “Yes, Mistress.” Justine.