He’d already been on the receiving end of her taking charge. And loved it.“I’ll talk to her tomorrow at work, okay?” said Mary. “Maybe w... can work up something for this weekend.”John rose, finished. “Follow me, bitch.” She said, “Yes, Master,” knew she was to be submissive for a while, and followed him upstairs to the master bedroom. Her husband stripped off his shorts, crawled onto the bed on his knees, laid his head between his arms and raised his butt up high – “Eat me.”His wife. I began to unbutton his shirt, letting my taut, pink nipples brush against the skin of his dark, muscular chest.My lust continued to build. I had seen white girls shamelessly coming on to black men in bars, and there I was, almost naked seducing someone I barely knew simply because I had a fantasy about having sex with a black man. I couldn't wait any longer. With his shirt off, I moved to his belt and pants. Any attempt at dancing ceased as I pulled his pants and boxers down, running my hands. One simple phone call and I would have dropped everything and gone to her.She was adamant that the baby was mine; but if she was telling the truth about the dates, we’d only made love one evening that was in the right time window. I struggled to work out her cycle in my mind, but I drew a blank.Her need to convince me that she and Nigel hadn’t made love before she’d told me she was pregnant disturbed me; surely the first thing she should have told me was about the baby. Had there been other men. " he stopped short as the fact he was wearing a skirt, stiletto-heeled ankle boots, a bobbed wig and breasts hit him in the soft bits. "Ah!" Exactly!" she said nodding and the perfume joined the other purchases.He was as white as a sheet when he left and was struggling with most of the baggage too.They visited a couple more shops on the way to get some shoes, apparently to get some 'weekend wear' as Jess put it. Once in the shop, he knew exactly what she meant. He actually had to handle the.