”“What do you mean?” I asked, distracted by Alia’s question. I had deduced that Alia had given a blowjob and a hand job to Jack, but not even ...n my wildest dreams did I imagine that Jack and my wife would be doing something naughty now. But now that Alia had pointed it out, my imagination went into overdrive. The hand that was behind my wife all of a sudden seemed to be cupping my wife’s ass cheeks, While my wife’s hand seemed to be around Jack’s cock as she slowly stroked him.“You know it has. Some crack about her hair or her spending or some other nonsense, and then he'd go watch TV. She'd probably have to muster up some tears, prove he'd hurt her; actual sobs shouldn't be needed, though. Just enough to make sure he didn't decide to...Finally she realized the blow hadn't landed.He just stood there, hand in the air, such an expression of ... of... stupid befuddlement on his face that, despite the fear that was almost comfortable, despite all her instincts, she had to desperately. ” I felt my pussy muscles tighten. I looked into the camera and realized that Daddy had somehow changed the setting. I realized we were broadcasting live. What did the viewers see? A red-faced white woman, close to tears, her hair falling from its tie, her left tit hanging out of her camisole getting a belting from her Black Daddy, standing behind her, his hand on the small of her back, his arm raised high. What did they hear? What did they think when they heard the unmistakable sound of. Aur unhe peeche se pakad liya. Is bar mummy bilkul bhi chocki nahi, balki unhone muskura ke kaha.Mummy – Uth gaya tu chal bahar chal main chai bana ke laati hu.Main – Mummy, chai to roj hi peeta tha. Aaj mujhe kuch aur peena hai.Mummy meri baat ka matlab samaj gayi. Woh hasne lagi.Mummy – Tera man abhi bhi nahi bhara hai kya?Main – Mummy, aapse to mera man kabhi bhar hi nahi sakta hai. Main hamesha aapko aise hi pyaar karunga.Mummy ki gardan ko chumte hue. Maine unhe sidha kar liya. Fir hum.