They both slept late and it was almost eleven o'clockwhen Tracey rose and headed for the kitchen. Davie camedown and Tracey handed him a cup of coffee... "Are you sureyou want to go through with this today Sal, I'm nothappy about it." Don't forget it was your idea Davie, you kept on and onat me to fuck a black man, now I have you're complainingthat I'm going to fuck him again." Sal, believe me, I have a bad feeling about this,something isn't right, please ring him and tell him it'soff I beg you.". Open mouth!, she says to slut5 and I see my wife kneel, lean backward, hands behind her back on the ground, head parallel to the ground and mouth wide open. Marit gets out of bed and stand positions her clit above the mouth and in small squirts she pees in the mouth of my wife that eagerly keeps up and drinks it all without missing a drop. Good girl!, Marit says whilst she pats the head of Chantal, who seems very pleased with the compliment of the Mistress. This has been your morning drink. “Please” was all she could say.“Susie, I have told you what to say, please ask for your spanking”!Susie took a deep breath and whispered “Mrs Carpenter, I have been a very naughty girl. Please put me across your knees and give me a sound bare bottom spanking”.“I cannot hear you Susie, please speak up, I want to hear you ask me for a spanking in a clear and precise manner”!Susie took another deep breath and, louder this time, said ‘Mrs Carpenter, I have been a very naughty girl. Please put me. "And, go get my gym bag from da' bench!" He ordered. Myron's jaw dropped. He couldn't believe his ears. He was speechless as Becky answered. "Yes, Tyrok ... right away, Tyrok!" she replied in an obedient whisper. Myron just stood there and watched as the beautiful red-headed irish girl of his dreams scurried across the court to the opponents bench to fetch the darker black boy's gym bag. Becky scurried back to Tyrok and placed the bag at his feet, unzipped it, and pulled out a small sweat.