" Okay. We can use the conference room."I trust you don't mind if my colleagues sit in with us to observe." It's unusual," said Detective White. "But,...I see no problem with that." Coffee?" asked Detective Lam."Sure." Do you need a hand getting it?" asked Rusty."Come with me. Meet you in the conference room."Once they were in the conference room, Detective White said, "We'll record this and have it transcribed when we're done." Mind if I read through the statement you have." No. Here it. "How does your Mistress smell?" she asked inquisitively."Nice," I replied thoughtlessly, my mind racing a mile a minute."It's nice Mistress Leah," she corrected with a snap to my right inner thigh. If she got any closer, she would have snapped me on my cock...and I probably would have came in my pants."It's nice Mistress Leah," I got it right this time.She then reached down and grabbed my stiff member through my jeans. I thought I was going to cum, but she squeezed me so hard I couldn't. I was. Suddenly I snapped back to the reality, shaking myself awake. I went to the shower and let the wonderfully warm water run over me. I closed my eyes as the sweet warmthness encircled me. I couldn’t help drifting back to the days that now seemed years past, but in reality had been only a couple of weeks ago. Andrew had definitely caught my eye easily. I had observed him from afar as he talked and laughed with his friends. He had such an enticing laughter and the sexiest smile I had ever seen. He. It was an incredible feeling. Plus, my wife was so obedient and horny. Was it the "X" or was it a new-her?"Gently cup his balls, slut" ordered Tanya, " and make sure to let your Mistress know when he's about to cum."My wife reached between my legs, and while still licking the top of my cock, as I butt-fucked Tanya, she also gently cupped my swaying balls."How's that Black-ass taste?" asked Tanya, retorically, "you nasty white cunt." Mmmm" was all that my wife could vocalize."You don't mind".