A triumphant smile split his face as he gave her the details and she listened without comment. He explained what would be expected of her from a slave... point of view. Things like the positions she would be using. He told her that she would probably not use the belly position but not to totally rule it out. He told her that all slaves would be naked, but since she was there to learn, if she did not want to be naked she could wear a slave outfit. He also told her that she would have to wear a. We fucked like crazy for over an hour. But in my head I wasn’t fucking Tawny. I remembered last night, watching those two pretty young virgins getting undressed. I pictured the tears running down their cheeks and the fear in their eyes. God that turned me on!Later, when we were both finally sated and were sitting on a towel on her couch in the nude drinking a beer, she reached down and held my cock in her hand. She smiled at me and asked, “Okay, baby. What the hell was that all about? You got a. Pushing my skirt up, which I helped by raising my butt off the couch(hehe) I let her do what I wanted her to do starting at dinner! Her long black hair lay splayed over her tanned back as her tongue searched out and found my mound! I put my head back and enjoyed! I brought my left leg up on the couch and laid it flat on the cushion as she spread me open and her tongue started to dance around my clitoris! Looking down at her in full enjoyment, she moved down to my wanting hole and her tongue. He was all smiles as he said. "I'm sure we can work through your difficulties and restore what was once a loving relationship". He was shocked when the husband said 'Grap' and threw the folder onto the table. For seconds he fumed and then fired his broadside, backed by his day to day diary of not just a year or so but one of over two decades of what he called 'toleration and responsible on his part' but matched with the word 'contempt' as he referred to his wife."I did all I could", he snapped..