Domineering, potbellied. His wife is a former cheerleader type who has rather gone to seed from years of being downtrodden by her husband.Jonathan is...the type who serves on church councils, or civic groups, overtaking meetings, wasting time as he sputters on and on just wasting time, just to hear his own voice. Never achieved anything himself in life, but who beat his chest in triumph over minor victories. That ‘his team’ wins, even if he has never had any association with the team or. I presently have my back to the guy, he hasn’t made a sound, and I have not said a word to hi. I slowly bend from the waist, and get my right knee on the seat, and then I lean into the car and put my hands down on Ade’s seat cushion before bringing my other knee in and onto my seat pad. Placing my knees as far apart as I can, I lower my head down onto my hands, my tits are out of the top of the nightdress already, they are swinging free, my nipples, stiff with excitement, brush the gear knob. I tease the swollen lips at the tabooed juncture. I beg, it’s a nearly silent moan, for my fingers to please me. But they refuse. Not until every inch of my body is alive with want, tingling with raw desire, will they penetrate and offer me sweet release. Shuddering, I surrender and crawl onto the bed. I bite my lip again at the way being on all fours makes me feel. With my ass in the air, my nipples being teased by the delicate fabric of the down filled duvet, the moistened slit between my. "Come here, cocksucker," he ordered.I put my head down and sheepishly walked over to him. He chuckled, "Couldn't get enough black cock?" "No, sir," I whispered as I reached him."Sir," he roared, "you're too good to be true. Knees."I obeyed."Well, what are you waiting for?" he asked, as one of the white guys went to the door, closed it and pushed a table in front of it...at least I wouldn't get anyone else walking into my cocksucking submission.I awkwardly fished his cock out of his pants and,.