"That's the problem. But if you stay I'm not at all sure I can control myself."To get away from the bed, Bob suggested they take a walk. It was chilly... but she'd brought a jacket, so it was no problem.They walked, hand in hand, and slowly told each other their life's story. She talked about where she'd grown up, and what school was like, and how she'd been afraid she wouldn't be a good teacher, and that the children wouldn't like her or listen to her. Student teaching had resolved most of her. She was making a birthday dinner for her own mother. Most of his wife’s small family would be there - her nephew, her aunt, plus her cousin and his two k**s. Thunder had been married to Kimberly for sixteen years.Thunder was born in New York City. His father was a Black man who had moved up from Virginia. His mother was Iroquois. He had a smooth caramel skin and slick straight hair which he kept in a short crew cut. He sported a moustache. People often wondered his race. He identified as both. I sighed with relief..And smiled…He walked over to me and run his handsOver my body…and touched the bulge of myClit in my sheer panties…I blushed..Naughty slave he said..And I sad yes Master I am sorry Sir..“You shall be slut !” he said..!And marched me into the dining room.Now lay on the table you slut he shouted..!I lay face down on the dining tableAnd awaited Masters instruction.He said “I have something planned for youSusan…and I need to prepare youSo ready yourself for a longSession of. I lost twice the first night, and I lost every time since then, but I still held out hope that I could win. My prize? If I win my wife will, for the first time ever in our relationship, willingly suck me to completion and swallow my cum. My penalty? If I cum first, I have to go down on her and get her off with my tongue. In the process I end up eating all the cum I shot into her pussy.Since that first night I have lost countless times and been 'forced' to eat the creampies I've made. Other than.