Twenty minutes later, Emerson was knocking at our door.He told me that he would do whatever Anita wanted and I agreed. My wife soon was totally naked,...just standing in heeled sandals.I noticed her nipples were hard and her mound wet and glistening.Ana was ready for action; so Emerson made her lay on the bed. The huge black man went down on my sensual wife and began to suck and lick her soaking wet pussy. He shoved some fingers inside her wetness and fingered Ana for a little while, making her. Well find away to get you out of it. She wrapped her arms around my body and began to cry, saying that she felt lonely and worthless. I pulled back and lifted her chin with my hand. Betty dont let anyone make you feel worthless because youre not. Youre a very beautiful woman and deserve a lot better then this jerk off. After what felt like forever, I am sure it was just a few seconds, I leaned in and kissed her softly on the lips. She kissed back at first, slipping her tongue in my mouth, and. “You came here to get punished,” he breathed. “Not for fun. Now take your clothes off.”It took her a while to move after being denied so coldly but as she stepped away from the window, he caught her arm.“No. Stay there.”She looked from him to the big, flawless window and back again, her heart thudding anxiously. Across the road was another hotel and on the street below, thousands of people were going about their business. Anyone could see. She wanted to protest, but one look at him confirmed. I kneaded my thumbs and hands from the base of her butt towards her pussy and then up over, her ass. I applied a little more of the lavender oil on my hands, as I massaged her thighs. Alternately I used first one hand then the other as I massaged the lavender scent, into her thighs. I then kneaded the back of her calves. I finally reached her feet once again. I began to massage her arches with my thumbs. I asked, Bronte, “How are you enjoying the massage so far.” She said, “I’m totally relaxed.