He was big black and mean looking. A real bad boy with style. He was to hot for me but I knew I'd suck him better than any other woman and that made h...m want me coz I am such a whore.The day we met he called me and told me what to wear. He told me when I arrive that I can only speak when spoken to and I should call him sir or master.He said lots of things like I'm a worthless whore who should suck cock for money and that he wanted to share me with his other black friends. He said he would sell. But then again that is just me. I guess, if you were to press me to describe myself, it would have to be average at best. Let’s face it, at fifty six you just aren’t as young as you were, the body settles, your hair thins in funky places and you are not as spry as you once were. On the other hand, my wife has managed to maintain a svelte figure that many twenty something’s would be proud to have. In addition, she has lustrous green eyes and a smile that would warm a winter frost. Nickole, my. ” “I’ll pass.” Answers Patty, and she wanders around a bit, never straying too far from Jacob. As Jacob is eating, he’s slowly becoming aware of an alien sensation. He feels warm, and funny. Patty stops wandering and is drawn back near Jacob, or more specifically Jacobs rear end. She sniffs at Jacob, and Jacob grows hotter, and the funny feeling is intensifying. Then, completely unexpectedly, Jacob has to pee, and just goes. His pee falls on the ground with a gentle splashing,. She smiled too, but continued."It's ... my marriage," she began and before she knew it she had spilled every detail of Randy's obsession with young girls, her affair with Trent and her blackmailed servitude to Norman. "I ... I just don't know what to do," she intoned desperately."Well, of course your problem with Norman took care of itself." You won't tell anyone, will you?" Of course not. Anything you want kept secret will stay that way. It looks like Trent and Randy are your concerns now." I.