She’s not angry, but scared.Enough, Please?” I’m not beneath begging. I’ve never done anything like that before. I’ll be gentle. Umm I’m a...raid. Do you want me to wash my hands?” I joke. She laughs. What are you going to do? I’ll surprise you. No. No. I can’t. You can’t. Maybe after: we date a while. She releases my hands but I don’t retreat, but I also don’t press forward. I simply caress the skin about 6 away from her cunt. She’s starting to breathe harder. Suddenly, she opens her legs. 'Well how about if it was the other way round. If you came and lived with my parents, in their damp, cramped little tenement, with the smell of curry coming up from the Indian restaurant in the basement. Or went to events with my black friends, who all look at you and call you a white honky. How about that?''That's OK. I wouldn't mind.' Would he?But Carmine was in full flow, and nothing was going to stop her. 'You don't realise what it's like to be poor, or black, or even a woman. When you're. Please spank me once more before you leave."Her eyes lit up and she said,"I'd be happy to. Bend over my lap again." She hiked up her skirt and over I went again. This time I could really feel her spanks on my already sore bottom. She spanked me for about three minutes when my wife said,"That's enough of a spanking for him for now. You can spank him some more when you come over, again." Then she said to me,"You can stand up, now" But now I had an erection, again. My wife saw it and said,. My libido was in overdrive. I felt her start to shake as I pumped away. She was having another orgasm. This was heaven for me. She was still in her vulnerable position with her ankles clipped up to her collar. I wanted to take advantage of this situation to the fullest. I pulled my cock out of her fantastic pussy and pushed the head into her ass. She gasped. I must have surprised her. I slid in slowly, not wanting her to say "NO" and end my fantasy. I figured that in her excited state she would.