“Oh,” said Chloe, realizing she had waited too long to say yes.James glanced at his watch. “Could you give me half an hour to shower and shave?�...�Chloe smiled. “You look fine to me.”James smile widened. “Thanks. So meet here in thirty minutes? You might want to change your shoes too. The place is within walking distance, but those shoes don’t look much like walking shoes.”Chloe looked down at her feet. James was right, these weren’t long-distance walking shoes. “Okay, I’ll pay my rent and change. “Well where do I start?” he started to say. “There’s the conquest for a start; getting a white women to cross that barrier of having sex with a black man. There’s also the male dominance thing; black man verses white man. Then there is pleasure in getting a woman to do things with you that she would never do with her husband. It is very pleasurable making a whore out of a married white woman in the privacy of the marital bedroom.” His answer stunned her. She found herself gazing into his eyes. She didn’t look over, she didn’t react in the slightest, but I knew she knew I was there.With a smile, she looked up at our father, and slowly moved her mouth onto his cock. It turns out Dad is fairly well-hung - that’s something you never want to learn - and neither of them said a word as she began slowly, lovingly fellating him.The look of anguish on his face told me he was conflicted, but he didn’t do anything to stop her. At one point his hand moved, and I thought he was going to push her. Please don't... Not like this..." "Don't worry," he cooed, attempting to sound soothing. "As long as you're a good girl, I'll make sure you enjoy it almost as much as I do." She continued to beg, and he placed a hand on her shoulder. He began to trace it downwards, between her shoulder blades, and she began to thrash. He slid the hand under her, cupping her ample breasts, and she begged more. The hand traced down the small of her back, and she sobbed. Then it gently slapped her ass, and she.