Looking down on Barry’s swelling manhood she groaned “oh Millie I can see why you enjoy your husband’s cock. It is quite impressive”.Barry now...completely naked stared at his wife and then Ann. His mind was racing. “What is going on” he thought. His brain was disconnected from his body. “Barry, kneel on the floor and lay over the couch like Millie did this morning. He did as he was told. He was now operating on autopilot. Ann picked up a jar off the cabinet in the corner. It was KY Gel. She. I had become quite unstinted in my efforts to please the niggers. That was my duty. My duty as a white sex slave. My arrogance, selfishness and short-temper had been subdued and eradicated in a matter of 3 days. I had been through so much with so many niggers,dogs,pigs and horses that there did not seem to me now any lower depths to which i could sink. The guests of the brothel had to be treated with courtesy and their requests fully complied with. I had become an object merely to be used only. The wife checks in and I tell she is at the corner several minutes away so I take another look and see that from several houses away the heavy fog has moistened her hair and her shirt outlining her shoulders and trim body I remember from our coffee house chat. I peek out the window and she pauses for a moment at the stairs then a minute later a knock, the wife answers and brings her inside and shake her hand and she introduces herself as Mitch. The wife asks if she brought more clothes and she. I am fully grown up girl. I was praying to god, let it happen.I feel no shame. Suddenly Dad came back without anything. I was happy in my mind. Dad said, there is nothing in office. What could I do? I said dad, could you rub it gently. Papa said okay. I will do this. Papa came and started rubbing my neck. I was moaning in low voice. Dad was feeling my breather. But my pain was not easing so I said papa, could you rub your spit on my neck. He agreed and rubbed his spit but that was enough. SO I.