“You say that word so easily.”“What? God?” He watched her flinch, then reluctantly nodded. “It’s not a magic word, Karen. It isn’t even ... real name. According to Jewish tradition, it’s actually...”“Don’t say it!” she cried.He held up a hand in a peace gesture. “Alright, I won’t, but there is nothing to be frightened of. You could say it too, you know. Words only have power over you if you let them.”“We cannot.” Karen shook her head, sending her bangs to fall around her face like a curtain.“Why. Then I had a nasty thought. What if Vikkor had intentionally done this to see how I would react? She knew my outrage, but she would not see violence from me. Not unless she offered it first. Yeah I wanted to cross the room and deck her, but it would have led to further problems. Law looked big enough to break me in half. Would he let me hit Vikkor? I wasn't sure, but I knew I wasn't going to play that game.I didn't say anything. There was nothing to say. I stared at her, boring into her haughty. ”“Yeah? That sounds good. How about you lick me at the same time?”“Oh yeah! I haven’t sixty-nined anyone in a long time. Come on up!”Bill got up on the conference table and after some maneuvering and shifting they were both comfortable. Her broad, black butt eclipsed the overhead light. He put her arms around her expansive ass and pulled her cheeks apart. Slowly he coaxed her, so that her warm belly was on his chest and her soft, fleshy pussy was planted on. We often are said we look in our mid-30s (which we do).Anyway, we were sharing pillow talk Thursday night (May 17th, 2012) and she came out and admitted that she had been thinking about trying to explore the idea of cuckolding me again. Everytime we make love, I talk about it in the middle of her orgasm and she explodes. So, I suggested we go out to our favorite nightclub that we only go to when we are on our "risky" adventures. We entered "The Club" in downtown Greensboro, North Carolina (near.