’ Beetlesmith stopped his inventory and scratched his chin, ‘Well sir, you are a hard sell.’ He paused for a moment as if in thought, then inqui...ed, ‘May I assume that you are a worldly man?’ ‘Worldly?’ ‘Yes, are you given over to…oh, how shall I say it…are you inclined toward excessive ecclesiastical ruminations?’ I almost laughed at his purposeful covertness, ‘If you mean am I overtly religious: then no, I am not a particularly religious man.’ His face brightened, ‘Well then, I may have just. The guy was black and very well endowed, as Ana explained to me.She greeted Tom at the door wearing only a bikini bottom. I heard Ana telling his friend that she had been over a week with no cock and she was extremely horny. Tom said if she was that hot, he could get another big black dick to come join them; Ana was excited with the idea and she agreed…A while later another huge black guy called Bruce was knocking at the door. After several drinks things began to get going. My sexy wife started. There was no point in using the White Room because he was no longer influenced by anything that she could do.He was beyond her reach!Of course she could try to reawaken the fear, but she sensed that he had retreated to a place where her power over him would never penetrate. In one sense he had won the battle, in another sense, Crystal had overachieved her aims.She was bored. It had been a week now since the revelation in the Green Room. Crystal had fed and watered Henry, but she no longer. The card games and dinner became a weekly affair and each week it seemed as if Fran went out of her way to embarrass me, and she usually succeeded, much to the merriment of Joe and Candy. One night, about four months after we started our weekly dinners, I was in the kitchen with Fran helping with the dishes. She turned to me and said:"Have you figured it out yet?" Figured out what?" I asked."That I enjoy teasing you with my tits. That it turns me on so much that I practically rape Joe as soon.