Charlene turned and went back into the house, as Otis asked, “Wasn’t that Mr. Glen’s wife?“Yea. That was her,” Russell said.“She sure is o...e fine looking woman,” Otis said.“I seem to be a bedroom short now. Would you and Desmond like to take her? She’s a pretty damn good fuck. I’m sure she has never had a large black dick in her blonde pussy,” Russell asked.“You ain’t joking, you’d really let us have her?” Otis asked.“You will have to ‘persuade’ her to go with you, but, I’m sure you and Desmond. They didn't have sex at this point but she would give him head all the time. I thought that was gross, but something about it turned me on a bit. I would go home after school sometimes and touch myself. I was very awkward and so paranoid my mom would find me that I almost never finished. That's another thing that I'll get into more in future stories, my mom is extremely religious and we always butted heads. That, among other things led to my parents divorce. My mom had custody of me and my. I looked up at her and said Please. On my terms. Do you understand she said.. Yes Mistress was all I could say. I was afraid to say anything else. She had me not only literally but physically by my cock and balls. She owned me both physically and emotionally in ways very few can imagine. And I bet she knew it all along. I’m going to let you fuck your wife. But I have three rules. I looked at my wife and she had spread her legs in front of me and she was playing with herself again. Not knowing. She had to have been 5'10", caramel skin, hazel eyes, and a great body. "Hey there, Beautiful. How are you enjoying the party?" "It's okay, but I can think of a way to make it much better," she said with a naughty smile. "Really? Tell me, how can this become a great night for you?" With that, she grabbed him by his shirt and pulled the basketball star through the crowd, navigating her way to a bedroom. She threw him onto the bed and undid her dress. He watched intently as she exposed more of.