She took her files with her into the next room.Commander Ratched sat in silence for a while, until they both could hear a muffled conversation in the ...ext room, followed by a table, maybe, scr****g on the floor and something of a thud. The Commander smiled with her broad mouth, looking at her hands.'Oh, Benson does like his black little up-nosed bureaucrat'.They could hear that table moving again, with returning sc****s and some whimpering going on in there. The Commander now stood up, walking. He smiled and said he was glad to hear that.He asked where we would like the treatment to take place, if said if we preferred not to do in our marriage bed, he could do it on our dining room table. My wife said she thought it would be more comfortable in our bed. I told him whatever she wanted. He said he wanted me to understand that the treatment involved him inserting his penis in my wife's vagina and wanted to make sure I couldn't handle seeing a black man doing that. I told him I had no. You might want to shave those hairylegs though, hose will feel so much better on smooth legs."I was speechless. She let go of my hand and we just sat and watched themovie. In one scene an actress was shown in a pair of red panties andAmy commented that I would probably look better than she did. I addedthat she would definitely look better then the actress to which shepatted my leg and told me I was sweet. Otherwise we just talked aboutthe movie until we were separating in the parking lot and. In addition, she didn't like clothes any more than I did. She always wore nice things though; slacks or skirts that showed off her legs and clingy snug tops or shirts that displayed her perky breasts.She drove a red sports car, (when it wasn't in the shop) and assured me she was anxious to swim in the pool once the weather got warm. Patrick was an excellent skater and very much a man, compared to the kids I was going to school with. Tall, slim-hipped and broad-shouldered, his very blue eyes.