We got to the town and knew I had to get her dressed sexy so watched her try on some dresses I brought hera skimpy red dress size 8. And some matching...underware thongs and bras. When we got back I told her to put them on. Wow she looked amazing. We went back down to the bar and chatted. We spoke about relationships and admited she had never met a black guy and her family was fairly old school about it so she hadnt told them. She said she was looking for a full time relationship and said she. “Being my heroine means being my slut, doll. Do you think you can handle it?”“Please, sir, it would be an honour to be your slut. Please make me your slave and slut? Aaaaaah”I pulled my finger out and rammed it really hard into her tight wet cunt which made her punctuate her sentence with a long lip-biting scream. My cock was so hard it was clearly visible as poking through the nightgown.“Take your clothes off.”“Yes, sir” I watched with hungry eyes as she took the small strappy top off and her. I also knew the painful truth that my dick was not very big and I rarely lasted more than a minute inside my wife’s pussy. But still, I never thought it would become a reality some day. I replied to my wife, "Yes, mistress, I know you need it, but I...." Connie quickly interrupted me. "My dear, you don't have a cock, you’ve got a little dick. What am I supposed to do? Just not get fucked? Jim’s a real man and he has a cock," she said, "most importantly, he knows how to use it. Now crawl over. ?Hi Mom, how was work?asked Madison. ?I’m so exhausted, my boss is wearing me down.? relied Tracey. ?The problem is she has no secretary and I’m picking up the slack. I got to have somebody in there tomorrow or I may be toast!?said Tracey. ?Maybe I could do it Mom, I do have a business degree.? replied Madison. Tracey hesitated, it was an idea but she really didn’t want to expose her little girl to that oppressive boss. Brenda wouldn’t mistreat Madison because I would protect her, Tracey.