I led him back to bed and told him to get some sleep, my mind awash with thoughts of the sexy flight attendant and the secret rendezvous in a couple o... hours. I was concerned about my ability to get away and now my dance card was wide open and my hopes for an exciting continuation of my first day in paradise were soaring.I spent the next hour in the bathroom doing my makeup and hair. Once complete I selected a sexy black knee length dress and matching panty and bra set. I then slipped into. He left the room, returning some minutes later, I looked up and saw another black man walk into the room. Ben didn’t introduce him, just said “he’s the sissy bride I promised you”.The new black man looked at me and I started to get worried and move about on the bed, Ben grabbed my shoulders and the other man started to play with my legs and shoes. I tussled some more not knowing what was happening.The guy was now pulling on my legs and catching my stockings he grabbed my bound balls and pulled. " We buried him in the family plot in the Baptist cemetery. Karen was the only one of his children still known to be living but there were some grandchildren and many cousins. We broke bread together and then left for our homes.It was on our way home that it happened. We were crossing I-75 when shots rang out. Our lead vehicle rolled to a stop while the rest of us took cover. We saw the shooters at the far side of the bridge behind some cars and homemade barricades. We were all low in the. The feel of his hand on the top of my head while I steady clean his feet after a long hard day, smelling the scent of overworked. And what of my hard day, what would come of it?Pulled up and over his knee, I feel my day unfold with every stroke of his hand across my bare bottom. The sting of his ringed fingers, across my taunt butt. Over and over again, feeling the sting, the itch and then burn of the strength of his swats. Heat rushed over me; even more so when he reached between my legs and.