Don't tell anyoneabout this if you value your husband's life, not to mention your own. Got it?" "Yesss. I'll be ready. Oh wait! I don't have a black b...ouse. What shouldI do?" "You're ticking me off, Mrs. Donohue. I don't have a whole lot of patience.Improvise! Wear red. OK?" "Yes, I do have a red blouse," I reply. I hang up the phone. There is no time to waste. I have only 45 minutes andthis guy sounds like he means business. I should be scared out of my mind andI am, but I also feel a sense of. We make our way to the luxurious and inviting bed. By now passion and hunger are overwhelming us as my hands and mouth explore your every inch. In spite of my eagerness and desire I am intent on making you enjoy this even though it means excruciating, delightful torture for us both. I make my way to your breasts, your rock hard nipples beckon to my lips and tongue. I caress your breasts as my tongue flicks and makes circles on your sensitive nipples. I run my hands all over you as I take your. I moved on to her pussy lips with the feather, making sure to touch them just ever so lightly as to make her hips buck up, begging to be touched. I gave in to her needs and gave her clit a nice wet lick & put a drop of enhancement gel on it to make it tingle. I peeled off my own clothes as I watched her squirm as the gel did its work. My throbbing cock was at full attention with a now steady stream of precum shining the head. I put her We-vibe on its highest setting and slipped it in her pussy. I was so humiliated, Mark finding me in the sleeper of a black man's truck, naked, fingers buried deep in my cunt, my image on the TV slamming her ass back on to a stranger's cock. What must he think about his wife? The look on his face said it all. Tom said something to Mark that got his attention. It was hard to hear them, over all the moaning and slapping sound I was making on the screen. Tom and Mark talked in low tones for about 5 minutes. Mark kept his eyes on me and I could see him.