It was all about pleasuring him, I thought. But, actionsspeak louder then words, and thats why I left him. Still... I thought, he was nice at first......e should have helped me when I needed pleasure, and thats that. I then realized thinking about my ex was making me pissed, and so Iwent into the living room to see if anything was on TV. I noticed it was 1:37, and there was nothing good on at that time, so I stood up and threw the remote at the couch and went. It was only when she started rubbing my body that my mind and body registered that this was a new female touching my body. Her touch was different – more softer and gentle and i had to tell her to put more pressure. She was standing next to the bed and oiling my back and it was not working – normally wife would sit astride my hips and put pressure .Shailly came to the other side – kneeling on the bed itself next to me and pressing down – by now my mind had taken a naughty turn and i asked if. I sat down asking my smiling husband if he had enjoyed watching that stranger make her wife cum in front of all his friends. But Victor said he would be not the only one that night… I laughed and sipped my drink, going then to the ladies room.When I returned; Victor was sitting with Jan and his friends. Walking over them, I noticed at the next table an attractive young woman was sucking on a black guy’s cock. I could not help staring at them, as Victor interrupted me with a smile and introduced. “God yess – I would love that. I loved it when you whipped my breast last night. I would love you tying me down and whipping me.”“And then” Cecille continued” when I had thoroughly whipped you until you could take no more, I might bring James in to service you. To let you see what it was like for a slave girl to be bred”Cynthia felt the all too familiar sexual rush at the thought. The idea of being strapped down waiting for that massive black cock to plow into her exposed pussy drove her nuts..