My black stud made me turn; so I could put my mound right onto his face. I then felt his tongue licking my horny pussy lips.The bastard made me cum ri...ht on her mouth and soon I had his rod stiff again.I looked over to my hubby. He was jerking off himself as he was watching my black bull making me moan as he licked me.All of a sudden, Jamal made me turn over my back and I spread my long legs for him. Then I began to cry tears of joy, as I finally felt that huge piece of black meat invading my. I took two sleeping pills, something I rarely do, and laid down on the bed. Soon I fell thankfully asleep.I was awaken by the telephone ringing loudly in my ear. I opened my eyes and everything was bright. I had a horrible headache. I looked at the bedside clock. 10:30am. Over half the morning had gone. I picked up the phone.“Yes,”“Mum. It’s Paul. Are you all right?”He sounded very worried.“Yes. I’m fine,” I assured him. “I’m just getting up. Sorry about last night. Don’t know what got into. Damien walked to Kimball and asked, "Do you want your hands tied, too?" "I think it would be hotter that way, Master." Damien gave the dog a sharp look. "Hotter?" "I like to imagine I'm being executed by you, and in a proper execution the prisoner's hands are tied. So it will feel more real, and more exciting to me that way. Mmmmmmm... A traditional Chinese execution at the strangling post?" The spaniel was practically babbling. "A sturdy post, stuck deep in the ground; my ankles tied together. They all knew about mydisease so what is the big deal?At lunch one of the girls giggled and wanted to know why I am wearingsuch a pointed bra, a bullet bra. All the girls hung on my answer. Istood up and twirled around showing off my figure saying, "This is why.Look how beautiful I am."They all seemed to agree but were confused why I would wear such auncomfortable bra that made me look so out dated.I explained my desire to be as feminine as I can, as pretty as possibleto beat my disease. I was.