I couldn’t wait anymore. I pounced on her, turned her on her front, and as I was about to have my way with her, I heard her wince.After some firm pr...bing, she confessed she got neck cramps. I should have known. The position I made her sleep in wasn’t meant for comfort.She hadn’t told me because she didn’t think she mattered. Damn. I gritted my teeth and slapped her, frustrated, wishing I were hitting her abusive cousins and every single person who’d ever bullied her instead. Naturally, I didn’t. I remember that this is whatI signed on for, and I stifle any initial impulse I might have to curl intoa fetal position under the warm comforter, and even though I'm not in the mood,I stretch out flat on my back and begin to finger myself. My body resists, and I urge it to respond. I lightly tickle my clit withfeather strokes, hoping to arouse some passion, but it's not forthcoming. Itry to fantasize, but my mind resists as much as my body. A feeling of panicset in as I realize I can't comply.. Tolerance. Open-mindedness. Hope. A light in the darkness. I also love the fact that his wife is a beautiful black woman of great intellect and accomplishment who supports him and stands by his side through obstacles rather than tear him down like so many would. Why can’t more black men and black women be like that? I wish more black men and black women went to college. I wish more black men and black women stayed away from drugs, crime, and the forces of darkness. I wish more of us realized. I looked at myself in the mirror and my nipples were poking right out and the back hardly covered my ass.I could see Mark was struggling with the make up so I helped to rub it on him, doing his shoulders , arms and chest, then his tummy and legs. The only problem was he was starting to get a hard on so I asked him to do me the same. He started rubbing the make up in to me and i was loving it as he put it on me, he now had a complete hard on and his cock was popping out of his trunks, I could.