Most of my Saturdays are very similar to previous posts, so as fun as it is, it makes for a repetitive read.Last Saturday was a little different thoug..., so I figured it was worth writing about. So as fucked up as this might sound, one of the aspects that I've unexpectedly come to enjoy from this arrangement is watching Anna let herself get treated like an object.That statement deserves a little backstory, so here goes: Since I've known her, Anna has always been a very sexual and flirty person,. I didn't immediately notice as I was watching my show and only turned around to see her after it was done. I did immediately notice her feet, however, which were slightly dirty, from being barefoot some of the day. For the most part she was wearing her house Keds (those shoes were VERY popular in the late 70s and early 80s, and they weren’t the most breathable shoes), so her feet definitely were smelly by now. I crawled over to her feet and I first noticed how big my sister's and Margie's feet. ”“Apologize!” Sambo shouted in the Captain’s face.After a long pause, the Captain squeaked, “I...I...apologize...”“Master Beaux!” Sambo demanded.“I...I apologize, Master Beaux,” the once proud Confederate repeated, as instructed.Leasa turned away from the ghastly scene to hide her tears. It would be difficult for her to ever look her husband in the eye again.“Get your scrawny, white ass off the floor, boy,” Sambo demanded.“B-b-but I can’t. I’m hurt...” the Captain begged, looking up into. I increased my pace and force, I kissed her between to slow down her moaning sound, Mmmm it was a nice feel to fuck a foreign bitch. She moaned heavily and heavily, a Indian female or girls cant co operate like that.She lifted her hips to feel my cock deeply in her pussy. She was awesome, she kissed me passionately while I’m fucking her and pinching my nipples, this went nearly an half an hour, I didn’t increase my pace of fucking to top speed, just doing in and out on the same pace to enjoy it.