Usne kaha ki woh is silsile mein hi aaya hai. Maine use andar bulaya, aur sofa pe bithaya. Woh baitha aur jo box uske haath mein tha usne sofa pe apne...bagal mein hi rakha. Usne mujhe uske ssamne khade hone ko kaha. Main ghabrai hui thi, maine poocha ki kya karna padega humein. Usne kaha ki ‘humein’ nahin ‘mujhe’ karna padega apni pati ko bachane ke liye. Par iss se pehle ki woh bataye woh kuch sawal poochna chahta tha.Maine kaha poocho. Woh bola “Tumhari shaadi abhi ek mahine pehle hui na”. ?That was wonderful,? sheexclaimed. ?Considering you haven?t done this before, you show a remarkableaptitude.? I was flushed and panting as softly as I could, doing my utmost tohide the emotions stirred in me by my own cruelty, but it was not easy. Thedelicious and urgent throbbing persisted unrelentingly in my nether regions,especially when I glanced at the small, naked figure still hanging there, alllimp and covered with a criss-cross pattern of blooded welts, and I surreptitiouslysqueezed my. I hope it won't seem weird." Oh, tell me!" she said, excited."Livvie's sister gave it to me cuz she said she had another one." I pulled it out from under my bed. She smiled with amazement. It was kind of outrageously huge. I didn't mention that Livvie's sister showed me how to use it, but that's another story. She took it from me and turned it over in her hands, examining it from all sides."Oh my god! Have you tried it?" I nodded, blushing a little."Like, a lot...?" She read between the lines. Johnson's finger began rubbing up against my pussy. I was even more shocked when Mr. Johnson told hubby that he thought that I was basically a white slut looking for black cock and that hubby was a cuckold. With Mr. Johnson's fingers now fully engaged in my pussy I was in no condition to respond. To make matters worse, several friends of Mr. Johnson joined us just at that moment and he introduced me as his new slut wife. To make a long story short (see part 1 for full details) I confessed in.