"Perhaps that would be more comfortable for you", I said. He agreed, and so I lay on my stomach and placed my feet in his lap with the bottoms of my s...ocking feet for him to enjoy! It wasn't too long before I could feel his erection beneath my toes. Again I faked sleep and even faked a soft snore. When Tom was reasonably sure that I was asleep, I felt him get up and heard his pants drop to the floor. Then I felt him get back on the couch and I knew he was in a kneeling position as I felt his. I was now hers to do with what she pleased, tied in place, gagged, and open to her ravaging.“This should give you a good view as I cook dinner for you. It will also keep you out of the way so that I’m not distracted by you. By the way, did I mention that when I’m done cooking your dinner, you don’t get to eat it until after I get to fuck you? Seems fair to me, after all I told you to be ready to serve my desires too.” I could tell she was not only enjoying our little role playing, but was. I told hubby that the other stipulation was for him to lick my pussy clean of the black cum. I figured I was In the clear of not having to fuck a black man when I told him what he would have to do for me. I was totally wrong about that when he fully agreed to my terms. After that night our lives would change forever! We discussed how we would go about finding an attractive black man for me to fuck and came to the conclusion that we would go to a hotel nightclub in our area that is frequented by. It made me turn soft inside, like I was water, just flowing around the fingers she was plowing in and out of me. I moaned into her mouth from my throat. My legs climbed over her hips and I tried so hard to shove more of her inside me. Her fingers slid around inside me, first two, then three. Flexing and wiggling them around, making me need her. Making me need to be filled. I could feel her fill me, then make me need, then making me wet. She pulled me back to look in her eyes. They were.