The silence stretched for further seconds and then the penny dropped.I bowed my head and said, "I am sorry my lord, I should have addressed you proper...y. You were correct in your assumption. I do live with three friends." As a lesson for the future you are going to be punished for that omission. After all you have said and promised you should not have needed to be reminded of your new status."Again I lowered my eyes from his face and felt a tingle in my nether regions as he said this. I. When we moved in with me she brought a shirt that her other lover gave her. When I asked about the shirt she confessed about hanging out with him however she denied having sex with him. This story is about how I made her to confess that she had sex with him. One afternoon my wife and I were getting into one of our weekend afternoon fuck sessions, I call them fuck seasons as they can go on for a couple of hours, depending on how much energy and time we have. During these sessions I usually have. We talked a bit more before her turn came to dance. I watched from the bar, her body slowly swaying to the music, spinning around the pole. I could see her looking at me, but I could also see her work the men at the line of the bar, moving in close for their bills, her legs open, thighs almost touching their ear, moving sex merely inches from their mouths as they slid the bill beneath her garter. She winked at me and followed a young man behind a curtain. “Ebony’s giving a private dance,”. Her muscles were thick and strong but herbody slender. She had a flat six pack abs and two big breasts to match. Shehad nothing on that day, her nipples rocked hard from the cold water. Herbreast were perfect, nice and big a hard. Everything about her body was hardas steal, let covered in soft and smooth skin. Her pussy was thick and juicywith her clit hard and sticking out a couple of inches. Her legs could squeezea man half to death. There were nice and muscles like tree trunks. She hadblack.