My wife giggled,“Of course in the ass, where else?”Terry leaned over and took the computer and typed: “Femdom” into the search box of the porn...site. What the hell did that mean and how did my lovely wife know what it means? Many results with thumbnails appeared and Terry clicked the first one. A woman wearing a ridiculously long fake cock was standing over a man on his knees licking her boots. The cock was absurd, at least a foot and half long and six inches thick, closer to a horse cock than a. I recognized the owner. His name was Maurice Jones. He was approximately our age, tall, handsome and athletic looking. Maurice was one of the most successful black entrepreneurs in our city, and had recently been featured in the Chicago Tribune as one of the city's most eligible bachelors. He was enormously wealthy after having heavily invested in real estate on the near south side which had later become fashionable for upwardly mobile whites.After a bit of small talk, he asked if we'd like to. One door opened to a small meeting room with a few lounge chairs and a few straight back chairs around a low conference table. We slipped inside, closed and locked the door, and turned on a small lamp on a side table. We were hugging fiercely again in an instant. My erection was still sticking out of my pants. Dorothy again parted her skirt, gently took hold of my swooning protruder, and guided it to her anxious pussy. ‘Honey, I can’t wait! Put it in and do it to me!’ she gasped. ‘I’m so wet. He stuffed them into my mouth holding my arms behind my back. I heard him say 'I'll show you what cock teases deserve. You better like this'. I felt him touch my cunt and then laugh. 'Aw the little drunk whore is soaked' (He didn't know I wasn't drunk). He slapped my ass repeatedly, kept saying 'like it you whore'. I could feel his hard cock up against my thigh. He pushed my head down farther and took his hard dick and shoved it into my cunt. I was crying without realizing it at this time. i.