.. The black bastard was true to his word. He was pounding Anita deep into the mattress. All I could see was my wife’s long sexy legs wrapped around...his black buttocks. I knew he was fucking her very hard, just hearing the sounds of his crotch slapping against my wife’s soft pussy lips…Oliver hammered her away for a full half an hour. Ana had at least two intense loud orgasms during that time. Finally that black man looked he was ready to dump his seed deep into my wife’s womb.Another wild. She placed my dick and balls between her hot thighs."Rhonda you're going to help. Hold his arms and put his head betweenyour legs."Next thing I knew my head was between the hot thighs of this big blackwoman. She was holding my hands. My hands were wet with perspiration.CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK!Cannon shots of real pain were pounding into my ass. I learned laterthat she was using a wooden paddle this time, not her hands. I startedbawling and screaming almost immediately."After all I do. “Not my type. I’m Hope and you are?” She was grinning like she had just told a huge joke. I had to pee bad but couldn’t pass up an opportunity to talk to this hot creature. She was even lovelier up close.Staying close I whispered back, "I’m Jack the Kat, pleased to meetcha.” We laughed at our little exchange and leaned back, sipping our cocktails and appraising each other.The sound system started up with a slow number and she moved up closer and said, “dance with me Mr. Kat? I’ve been looking. As if being required to strip to her underpants wasn't enough, now she was being patronised; treated like an idiot, an imbecile. A Nute."In short," he concluded, "you don't like being a girl."Verity opened her mouth to protest her innocence, refute his allegations, but Scott cut her off with a wave of his hand."Don't bother denying it, Verity. We all saw the look you gave me when I asked you to take off your bra. You hate these interviews, hate being made to undress in front of a bunch of.