" Yes, uh Sarah."He helped her into the shower and she immediately put her head under the warm cascading spray. It felt so good she didn't notice him ...aking off his shorts and climb into the shower behind her. That is until he picked up the soap and began washing her back. But his strong black hands felt so good on her back and shoulders that she almost moaned in pleasure.His hands moved down to the small of her back. She almost forgot the situation that she was in as he gently washed her. 'Come here', I said to him, my voice thick, I knew what I was doing and it excited me, I must have been like a woman suffering from nymphomania, an uncontrollable need to fuck and exposing myself to draw him in between my legs.I was sitting on one of the high stools, my feet were on the second rung, and my knees were as open as I could comfortably open them, the only restraint was my buttoned print, and even there, my determination was causing severe strain on the button and button-holes. I. That's why he's kneeling me before me in my apartment basement, polishing my shiny black leather boots with his tongue. I just love a man who does as he is told. Martin is a constable with the Ottawa Police Service. He's married to a Black woman named Marie Claire and they have two sons together. They live in the suburb of Orleans in a big house. His wife is the manager of a private security firm. His picture-perfect and deeply conservative family doesn't know about this side of him. They see. Im sweating, my body is shivering, and my ass is raw and leaking out his cum. His hands start running all over my body groping my tit, rubbing my phat ass. i can feel myself getting excited again and getting hard. he notices that so he spits in his hand and grabs me by the crotch. again his massive hand completely takes me and he starts rubbing me. i start moaning and gyrating my hips on his hand. he leans over and whispers in my ear "you just got black bred blondie". I am completely cum-drunk.