'A glass, please. Neat. No ice or water.' I heard him shuffle around in the kitchen, looking for glasses, the running of the cold water tap, and momen...s later a gentle rap at the bedroom door and a very meek sissy producing me a glass of honey coloured liquid. 'Thank you', I slipped from character and took a little sip from the short glass. The whiskey was good, a single malt if I wasn't mistaken. 'Mmm..' I purred. He beamed. 'This is going to be good. Sit yourself on the bed, slave, and you. Mark knew he had no choice except to accept such abject degradation if he wanted to keep his lovely wife whom he adored deeply, even if she was now a slut to blackmen and their humongous cocks.He'd heard stories of white wives leaving their mates once they'd sampled black cocks, but he never thought it'd happen to him.Mark struggled with the fact that he didn't lose any love for his wife and even found himself becoming sympathetic to her being happy that she could keep him and her black studs. . "Die Kette ist wirklich sehr sch?n." Habe ich ja auch ausgesucht." Du?" Frau Weber fragte mich, was mir gefallen w?rde..." Und du w?hlst gleich eine teure Kette." Ich wusste ja nicht, dass sie sie mir kaufen w?rde. Und bei einemJuwelier gibt es keinen billigen Ramsch."Sie gab mir die Kette zur?ck, und ich legte sie wieder an. Dann schauteich nach Mark. Er war bei der f?rchterlich wichtigen Sendungeingeschlafen. Prima, dann konnte ich mich noch etwas mit Bieneungest?rt unterhalten."Weist du,. She said his name louder, more frequently. Now she wasalmost shrieking. He was pulling further out of her now beforedriving back into her. "Make me yours, Patrick," Mistresswhispered, her voice childlike. "Make me yours again, Patrick,please!" She was shaking violently now. "Oh, yes, yes, Patrick,yes, lover, yes!" Her head twisted toward me. I could only seeone eye and part of her mouth. "Patrick, I'm yours, just yours,only yours!"I closed my eyes. I could no longer bear to look at her. I.