This time of day, I didn't expect any other women to come into the place, and very few men.I held the door and let it close silently, then waited with...my back to the partition that separated the toilet area from the sinks.As she came through the opening, I put one hand over her mouth, and the other around her chest, gently grasping one of her full, soft breasts. Before she could move, I bent and kissed the graceful curve of her neck, nibbling and sucking at the soft, fragrant skin.This took her. "My subby blood is flowing straight to my cunt right now. I'm tempted to go out to the garage and suck his big cock myself. Or, get him to fuck my ass like he did the other night." We can do better than that," Henrietta says. "Have you ever fantasized what it was like for our ancestors to be black bitches during the slavery days? Well, I know of a place that will allow us to live out that fantasy. It's a private theme club for re-living the days of antebellum slavery. All black women, no matter. "I didn't say you could quit eating my pussy Stephanie!" she reminded meas she pulled my hair firmly. "I asked you if it was even more excitingthan you imagined?"I realized at that moment that I had never been more sexually excited inmy life and frustrated."Mmm." I knew you were getting more than you bargained for in you fantasy, butthat was part of my punishment plan. We have been lovers long enough forme to recognize that you have never been more turned on, right?" Mmm." At the same time, you. Just my deviate mind expressing my fantasies or something I've seen or experienced.But a few days ago, something happened that changed my world, and the idea of that would never happen to me. Everything in this story is a hundred per genuine, and I still can't believe it happened, so let me share with you what took place that rocked my world. It was Sunday the 9/12/2018.I live and work in Australia; after fifteen years of being in the Oil & Gas patch, living overseas, my wife and I returned to.