After a short time, the redhead got up, walked toward us and stopped alongside Emily. “Excuse me,” she said in accented English. “My father woul... like to know if you would enjoy a bit of Cabernet Franc? We have glasses. It is excellent wine – Chateau Troplong Mondot.” The descriptive phrase, meaningless to me, was trippingly pronounced in perfect French. The girl waited expectantly for Emily’s response.“It’s scarcely 11 in the morning,” Emily said. “Isn’t it a little early for wine?”“We are in. Least, that’s what we told the press. ‘Can we get you something, sir,’ the waitress said almost as soon as I sat down. ‘The lady will be with you in just a short while.’ Waitress was a nice little number. Slim, willowy brunette, with legs like you wouldn’t believe. That tiny little dress they were wearing didn’t do much to hide em, either. Not too big up top, but her dress was cut low and tight enough that you kept looking to see if they’d pop out. They never did. Not unless you were paying. I told her who I was and then pointed over to Joe and she told me her name was Stephie and after some small talk she agreed to come with back to our place for the evening. We took her back with us and once we entered the house, I immediately turned in front of her and placing my hands on her cheeks, moved in and kissed her long and passionately. I wanted this black beauty first and when I pulled back, I took hold of her hand and led her down to our bedroom. Once there I had her get on the bed. Ana gagged and tried to pull away but he held her there tightly. Then pulled his cock out and slapped her ass cheeks very hard. “Do you want to feel this real man`s dick in your slut married pussy…?” He asked smiling as he grabbed his cock and slapped her face with it. "I want your huge black cock in my pussy so badly…”Anita sobbed, showing a pure primal lust in her beautiful brown eyes. Then she received another hard slap on the ass. The black bastard grabbed my wife`s hair and dragged her.