And then I saw something that made me want to vomit. I saw a bunch of sex toys and disciplinary devices hanging on the wall. “Sara, you refuse to gi...e me sex, you give me people you only let me sleep with as revenge. This time, it’s my turn for revenge.” “Richard, this isn’t funny.” He grabbed a pair of scissors, flipped me over, and began to cut my clothes off me. “Richard, this has gone on long enough, stop it” I heard a loud crack, and felt a sharp pain followed by intense heat on my ass. I. At first she was a little shocked, as he was in his mid forties and she was in her early twenties. I stood her in front of a mirror and told her to look at herself. What man, no matter his age, would not be attracted to her? Everything seemed to come to a head one Friday night. She called me and said she was going to be a little late and not to worry. I knew right away that she would have a great story to tell when she got home. My heart rate jumped at the thought of her getting fucked at work. The four males had black pants made from a jeans-like material, and white buttonless shirts. Nona had embroidered an orange Bells Supermarket logo in the right breast of each shirt and blouse, just because. The two Orang respectfully declined the offer of new outfits, not understanding the appeal of "shirts", but had asked Nona to put the Bells logo on their existing skirts. Someday, if the right plant material was found, new suspenders and bras would be woven with the design up in the right. She knew that James was not prejudice, but having a black guy fuck his wife might be a different issue. There was no way to avoid it any longer ... she had to tell him the truth.“That might cause a problem,” Vicky said.“Is that because the guy has brown eyes,” James said with a smile.“Well he does have brown eyes. Actually ... he’s brown all over.”James got a questioning look on his face.“James, the cop, Jamal, is black.”James’s mouth dropped open in shock. “Black! You never said that.”“I know..