My wife Charlotte was on the rag and not feeling well. So she took a few sleeping pills and some wine and was out of it last night.I went into Jaimies...room and pulled the covers off her as I put my hands over her mouth, startling her. When woke and was afraid, then realized it was her Master and she responded. I removed my hand from her mouth and she asked, "Master, what about Charlotte", I just said, "follow me" and I roughly pulled her out into the garage, I needed a quick hard fuck, I. Of course, we were also soon on the subject of women, especially mine. "How is it to fuck with such a chocolate mouse?" someone asked. Another said, "I heard that black women have a big cunt." "Because they have such big asses," someone else said, "let them fuck you well in the asshole." Another, on the other hand, was sure that the big lips of black women are particularly suitable for blowing. I had enough of these questions and comments and answered: "Find it out for yourself! If you get my. .” Annie took a gulp of her martini before continuing. “Mal, err, told you about me?”“Oh, yes. Mal was quite verbal . . . for Mal.”“May I ask, um, just what he said?”“Oh, let’s see . . . you like sucking cock, and love it up the ass . . . shall I go on?”“No---No, that’s quite vivid. I gather you two spoke for a while.”“I confess we did. After all, I was curious about this stranger wanting to party with Joe and I.”“It’s all Mal’s doing. I mean we had a short . . . relationship. I . . . I’m in. I responded in kind encouraging her to take my cock, enjoy it, to love it and fuck it. She duly did like a sex hungry nymph. She looked back over her shoulder and snarled at me to fuck her as I snarled back "Yes you bitch you're mine I am going to fuck you like crazy." she leaned back and kissed me. A deep deep kiss, urgent and hard, full of yearning. She spread her legs wider to accommodate me more as I thrust upwards with power and athleticism. Finally, I pulled out and threw her to one side.