. I just hope it was a black man in the room to suck on my wife’s breast. My wife’s ass was barely covered . Again I was hoping to see a black man...pump up against my wife’s fat white ass. “Bitch close the fucking door. You are all mine today not some nigga hanging out in the parking lot.” said the voice from inside of the room.Man that has to be a black man in the room with her. Then the camera pans towards the bed. In the bed was a naked black man. I could not see his face but I had a hunch. “Ahhh!”“That’s better, darlin’.”After that, I lose track of everything. How long I laid there impaled on his arm, I do not know. It is all one long stream of unbelievable sensations. All he has to do is move a tiny bit, in or out, up or down, and it strikes new sparks inside me.It is like a constantly pulsing spasm, but it does not end. Like an orgasm in slow motion, waxing and waning, but always there. Several times it gathers and peaks as I fall yet again into the brief ecstasy that is. I agree – spank me with your hand, or if your have to, with that paint paddle thingy. I know I need a good bare bottom spanking. But you’re just joking about using the ruler on my boobs, or, you know, using it to spank me between my legs.” “No, Karen, I’m not joking. I’ve read your stories, so I know what you want and need. Spanking your ass isn’t enough. It’s a good beginning, but it’s not enough. But you need to feel a strap or a ruler between your legs, high up, on the insides of your. He also said that most girls he had dated did not like to suck cock. I agreed to suck him any time. While we were talking, we were still naked and I noticed he was getting hard again. I asked if I could suck his cock again and he smiled.He moved over to the chair and I get between his legs. This allowed him to spread his legs and gave me better access. I licked up and down his shaft. I then began to lick his balls. I licked all around and sucked them in my mouth. I licked back up his shaft and.