I want you to deliver these beans to my home... my address is on the paper there," she pointed to it. "Can you read it?" Um, yes, yes I can," he said,...still thoroughly confused, but showing certain signs of a fast growing excitement along his pant leg.'He dresses to the right, ' Joan thought, growing even more excited. 'It's going to work. Jill's hooked him!' and she grew giddy at the thought."Good," said Jill, "we'll be there around that time. Just ring the bell, the door will be open. I can't. They just had that old school we are niggars who fuck white wives look.Without looking at me all 3 black men put their hands on my wife. She had 3 pairs of black hands either fingering her pussy or playing with her tits. My wife got into a position where she made it easier for them to grope her. She started kissing the one who was finger fucking her. I got up and went towards my wife. I gave the motel key and my phone number to one of the black men telling him to call me when they are finished. ''''oh shut up, get in it or i put it on you''''ok ok fine, but im not a girl''''yeah yeah little cock sucker ''throwing me on the couch ripping my sweat pant''get there you little bitch , your so weak , gonna dress you up myself you stupid boy''''mike wtf ill do it''''oh shut up . get your hans off''SLAPmy face hurt i look up and release my boxer Mike big hand rubbing the face he just smacked''good girlyboy , i dont want to slap you girly boy, you need to listen''''now we remove this like. His tears as he was thrashed by Thelma had her close to orgasm, she gripped her cane with white knuckles, impatient to whip the semen from him. Thelma's expertise with the cane ensured Arne appreciated each stroke, her venom with the rod enhanced by the male's heritage and the scenario which awaited him, the mature woman aroused by her own curt dominance as she watched Arne strain at the cuffs which held him as each stinging cut made his flesh bounce. She sneered at Arne as she left him.