After he kissed me he said yeah girl you like that dont you , what would your little husband think now girl you being kissed and felt up right here in...his own house. Now you ready to see my black dick girl. I stood there trembling as he took his clothes off, when he pulled his underwear down his big fat cock popped out, it looked thicker than I remembered with a huge head on it, very black and very hard.Al took my hand and placed it on his cock and said thats what you want aint it girl you like. I've decended into the depths ofdepravation and humiliation in my quest for black cock. I'm now imobilizedand completely exposed to the boss who k**napped me and pimpped me out forhis paying customers. He filmed me getting fucked and every time I try toget myself out of this situation, I only seem to manage to get further andfurther into black cock slavery. The problem is that when I protest,scream, beg, cry to be let go, I give myself away by my raging hard-onwhenever a black cock is placed in. She had made no bones about it to him - she was not going to be a stay at home housewife and she had made doubly sure that he understood that children were not an option. She had no intension of being held back by the clutching hands of babies. He knew what her goals were before either one of them said "I do."And yet not three years into the marriage he started in on her about having children while they were still young enough to enjoy them. When she reminded him that she had said "no babies". And most importantly, I still wasn’t sure about my own feelings.I expected her to stand up and go, but she hesitated, turning her head a little to the side and avoiding my eyes. At first I felt the anger swell up in me at her disobedience, but I quickly realised that I hadn’t actually told her to leave, I’d just said that she could. I normally just said ‘Get out.’, and I wasn’t sure why I’d been more polite this time. I made a note to be more direct.