? ?What do you say?? ?Thank youfor giving me my voice back.? A slapfollowed across my face. ?Thank youfor giving me my voice back, sir.? ?And ??? ?And... and, ? I don?t know ? sir.? ?And,maybe try, ?what can you do for me?, slut?? ?And, howmay I thank you, sir?? I feltsomething cold, moist and fleshy prod at my lips. I sensed my captor straddlingmy head, and I felt him lowering himself on my, forcing the object into mymouth.? A moment too late, realizing whathe was doing, I tried to shake my. It was why she allowed him to tie her this way. He had never forced himself on her. That, she knew, was not his way. She gave herself willing and by letting him possess her she freed herself to go where he would take her.Again the breeze found its way in through the window and moved the sheer drapes so that a splash of moonlight fell across her body and pooled in the shadows on her stomach. Looking down her body to where the light trailed off between her legs, she felt again the wetness that. He enjoyed its juxtaposition to earlier when she stripped him naked and threw him to the bed. Now, he sensed her vulnerability as her fevered body laboured above him. Propelled by her toned flanks, her body rose and fell. In a fitful tempo, their bodies collided as hurried groans punctured the air. Snug and buried deep in her hot muscular pocket, he watched her swollen labial lips tight around him as she rose. He gathered her up into a lotus position and thwarted her fevered breaths with. There were a few white couples mixed in with the mainly black crowd. The white wives were wearing sexy outfits; but their husbands were not in costume. It looked like they all had the same idea. The white couples sitting at a table had at least a couple of black men sitting next to the wife and I could notice those sluts had their legs opened and a black hand buried between them.Ana and I looked a lot different than the rest of the costume people. I was dressed as The Zorro and my sexy wife as.