He did so, my body was his after all to enjoy – he was paying me to be his whore so let’s play the part for him. It was all a game but such fun to....I was face down on the bed. He playfully spanked my ass cheeks and patted them and probed my pussy with his fingers and I squirmed.Show me your tits whore – so I rolled onto my back and unclipped my bra to expose my small perfectly formed pert tits and hard nipples. He sucked upon the nipples and nibbled them then bit them and held them in his teeth. While the water filled I shaved her leg's and her pussy.I poured oil into the bath and helped her slip in.She soaked for an hour.While she soaked I sent Shaft a text saying we are looking forward to a great time tomorrow and that I will have Debby ready for our date with you.When Debby was dried off I started to paint her finger nails and toe nail's.I said that when I get home tomorrow we will pick out her outfit.She said lets pick it out tonight.So I went into her closet and got her a nice. Curiously 'relieved.' I thought of Omar just then, thousands of miles to the south of where Mara and I were; and that it was HIS sperm that had impregnated Mara, not mine; and this sent a thrill running through me. That, I found myself thinking, is the best, and even perhaps the ONLY way that Mara and I could do anything against the ugliness of white racism. When she and I had flown back home after being with Omar in Kenya, the thought occurred to, while in-flight, that customs would know. This gave me an idea..... We had planned a night out, going to a restaurant, and maybe out dancing afterwards.I was counting on Peter visiting in the afternoon before I got home, he usually did that on Friday's right after his school, so this particular day, before I went to work, I took one of my wife's very fine laced thong and place it in the laundry basket, and hoping that Peter would visit and find it. He did visit but had left before I got home. The first thing I did when I got home, was.