He treats me right, loves me enough and true. Yet , I fuss about him not fucking my pussy enough, not licking it or tongue kissing me has become too m...ch of an issue for me to handle so i convinced myself that i didn't need it. {this is the shameful story of how i became an addicted sex maniac for another man. not my boyfriend -.-I'll try my best to tell it and keep it short so plz enjoy i guess}It worked fine. Until...One day I went to orientation at work, A warehouse, however the dress-code. “Hey,” Roman heard the familiar voice under the cover of darkness.“Where we goin’ tonight, Fred?”“It’s gon’ be lonely on the north side of the plantation since massa’s havin’ a party and all them slaves and dumb slaves here is gon’ be near the carriage house or by the hay barn.”“You is so smart. Let’s go. I’se ready to show you the surprise.”When they reached a thicket, Fred sat down. Roman was still sanding. He pulled out half of a cheese sandwich. “I’se sorry,” he offered.“Betta than not. "I'm wet," I told her. "I'm going to get your bedspread all gooey with my lubrication!"Louise laughed. "It'll all come out in the wash, Sweetie," she said. "Don't you worry."Don had Louise join me on the bed for several provocative shots. We didn't strike any very overtly lesbian poses, but we did press our breasts together, each of us on our knees on the mattress at the time. Once, she kissed me on the lips, and I heard Don's camera clicking away, capturing the moment. Don told us to face away. ”“Sorry girly, I had a few days off so I stayed home with my wife and k**s,” he replied.Sally jumped up in shock, “You didn’t tell me you were married with k**s.” Her face was a picture of disappointment, anger and sadness.“Oh come on girly, what difference does that make? It’s my black cock you love, not me.” His face didn’t display anything other than indifference. “When you go home we won’t see each other ever again.” He then stuck the knife in further when he said, “Wow, is that the time. I.