With the stakes that high, John played his ass off. He was a pretty fair pool player and he made damned sure she never got to shoot again. After the g...me he invited her to sit at the bar with him. "What are you drinking?" he asked, not daring to push his luck and go straight for the spanking. "I'll take a Margarita, if you're buying." she said with a smile. "by the way, my name is Heather." "I'm John and I am buying." he said and ordered both of them a drink. "A consolation prize?" she asked.. ? Do you want to taste your cum?" I tease. "Oh please, Kim, please..." he begs. "Please what, honey, what do want? You need to beg me...if you want it...beg me, honey to feed you!" I taunt. This is what I love...my husband so submissive, so compliant to my demands. "Please, baby, make me cum....I need it..MMMMMMMM...!" he moans as I continue to tongue fuck his ass and stroke his hard cock. "Please what... tell me....what are you going to do...if I let you cum... what are you going to do for me?. "I meant Will..." he said defending himself."Where's your family from? Ireland, and Japan?" My mother, and father; respectively. Yes." You're six inches if you're lucky. I'm nine inches, and my family is truly African-American. My father is Kenyan. and my mother is Egyptian. There's no way your dick is bigger than mine." Now I was angry.Kain was always making fun of me. He was taller than me, his shoulders were broader, he's muscles we huge, and he had a six pack. I was five eleven, he was six. He loved the way his white hands looked on her skin, such a sexy contrast. He slid them further down and parted her thighs. She tried to rotate her hips so he could play with her pussy but he ignored it and began to tickle her inner thighs, teasing her to a frenzy.Her lips were swollen and pouty, opened slightly in arousal. He could see their dark color giving way to a deep pink pussy inside. s he continued to rub her inner thighs, working his way ever close to her pussy, a drop of cum spilled.