I knew our marriage was headed for serious trouble, but little did I know just how serious.The next night he refused, just outright refused, to tie me...up. He could see by the look on my face that my feelings were hurt, badly hurt. How is a woman supposed to deal with this kind of disappointment? It was becoming increasingly difficult for me to even comprehend the blatant insensitivity of a man who wouldn't even tie up his own wife.He'd promised me just last month that we'd try out some new. .. were typically white, and had been for generations, while Jessica Dauphine was not.She wasn't the blue-black of Nigerian ancestry. Rather, her bloodline appeared to have come from a mixture of races. Her fertile imagination had supplied that scenario as well. She imagined a slave holder, who looked a little like Rhett Butler, on some plantation, looking over a new shipment of slaves one day. His eye would have fallen on her great great grandmother, who was, no doubt, a tall, thin, well. She was a new member and was therefore pretty chatty (she hadn't gotten sick of all of the pests yet) She was so friendly that I actually thought that she was a fake or was going to try to sell me her knickers, I called her bluff by asking her to cam, to my surprise she accepted and we played together for a while, she loved to watch me spit on my cock and rub it in while she fingered herself, she used to lean in close and whisper that she wanted me to cum in her mouth, it always made me. I was moaning, and my cries of pleasure were getting louder, until my moans could be heard even over all the other groans and bodies slamming together in the room. Hearing them, Matt looked up and saw me in there for the first time. For a moment, a look of panic spread across his face - I think for a split second he forgot the situation we were in, and thought he had been caught cheating. It threw him of guard, to realise I had been watching as he was balls deep in another woman. Then his eyes.