I got up and went with Jessica and Kara back to the ‘Indian’ room. One of them had made some tea and the three of us sat in the basket chairs with...our cups.“Ground rules,” Jessica said.“I’m listening.”“Your watchword is self-control. You heard what I said to Elyse. I can’t imagine she’ll cause any trouble.”“Not a chance. She wants a couple of kids and then she’ll take a lover, as we discussed.”“Is there anyone else you’ve made commitments to? I mean besides your unborn child and his. Young white girls walking hand in hand with a black male, my dick would jump at what I was thinking when I watched them. Every time, I would conciously look to see if I see an outline of his cock, a couple of times I was able to which really made my cock hard thinking about how this young girl was going to get fucked by it, probably today and shot full of cum. Twice that day though, I did see what I was really looking for. Couples in their perhaps late 20s with an obviously bi-racial c***d. . A response, in this case, is to bend forward over a plush couch, and stick her ass high in the air. She gave it a little wiggle for good measure. " Tell me again what you want." She could barely remember what she said at the restaurant. " I want to be dominated." I walked up behind her and ran my fingertips over the curve of her ass. She squirmed and her voice got huskier, quieter. " I want -" I spanked her once, hard. She bit her lip to keep from crying out in the last little threads of desire. Her face was wearing a big “oh my god” grin. Women who’ve experience similar orgasms will know that grin. Her smile widened and she opened her eyes a slit. Her arms were flopped helplessly to her sides. Her body was sated and empty, completely exhausted by the massive orgasmic explosion that had just sucked all power from her limbs. Rob began to pull his own body slowly and carefully on top of hers. His hardness, still imprisoned in his white cotton briefs, pressed against her thigh as he.