The moment wasn’t the right one to strike but I had to because I was horny.I had to take my first step, as I was approaching my heart beat was on th... rise. My balls were all tight. My cock was twitching making it “hard”for me to walk. Mom was in the Kitchen busily doing her work. She was wearing a saree that day and was looking bomb. I loved the way her butt swayed from side to side as she was doing her work. I didn’t know what to do.So I went behind and poked my cock into her as I was talking. Lynne almost buckled at the knees; she had a woman exploring her most intimate parts. Emma kissed her again and then moved her mouth down Lynne's body; she was still fingering her clit as she started to nibble on Lynne's tits which grew erect in her mouth. Emma then knelt down and moved her mouth towards Lynne's love hole. She could smell the heavenly scent of Lynne's pussy and without hesitation stuck her tongue deep inside her cunt. Again Lynne moaned; she pushed her fanny lips hard against. The head mucky-muck of the local crew was a banker who was as pompous as you could hope to find anywhere. I discussed the situation with my concubines, and we came up with what we thought would be the most embarrassing kind of revenge. Cyrus Crawford was 52 years old, and had spent that entire time learning how to be a bigot. Of course, his target was anyone with any Black heritage, so that was where I started.One morning after he had arrived at work, I encased him in the same kind of. He opened a drawer and took out a little square cushion, then set it on the floor. "Pick up the pad, then kneel for me."I swallowed hard, but did as I was told. The cushion was soft and pleasant, some sort of plush fabric and memory foam. I had about three seconds to think about that, however, before I realized Mr. Smith was sitting facing me, with his pants unzipped and a prominently erect penis pointing in my general direction. "I believe in multitasking," he said with a smirk. "I expect you.