I’ll begin. Your name is Donald Jefferson Bartlett, the Third – well actually the Second, since your grandfather was Donald Thomas Bartlett. You s...rved in the Army Logistics Corps, but you’d like everyone to think you were some kind of Special Forces. That’s what Annie thought when she married you.” Don stood up and leaned across the table. “Who the fuck are you! Whoever you are, I’m not taking your shit!” “I’m a concerned passer-by, Don, who happens to know the truth.” He looked him in the eye. I could see my reaction excited him, that the enamored way I looked at his cock made him aroused. He came close to me and his cock wiggled as he moved. It was like I was spell bound to this piece of flesh. "You want to touch it?" he offered and thrust his hips slightly forward. I stretched my hand and wrapped my fingers around the shaft, it was so warm and silky and hard. He moaned with pleasure as I started squeezing his cock gently and moving my hand up and down the length of it. "Wait a. She was waiting for me, smiling. I just took my place, like before, waiting for her to go ahead. She run her fingers through my soles, slowly, and said this didn’t count because it was just a warm-up after my rest. I wanted to complain, but I felt more and more submissive. I had learned to give in and quietly accept what was done to me, or it would get even worse, so I said nothing.After minutes of me losing my mind trying to protect my vulnerable soles from Fiona’s deft hands, the alarmed. It turned into them tag teaming him. Soon he broke free of the cuff. The chain holding them together separated. He then had a hand on each of their heads guiding them and forcing more of him into them. Cathy offered "Want him inside you, get on top and fuck your first black man.". Patty just shook her head saying no but still eagerly used her mouth. This exchange brought others to encourage her to fuck him, her husband was the most vocal. Still she did not. I signaled to Mike that I was.