She might dismiss him from his submission. He could not live with that. His name was Chuck but she called him Chuckles. One more little degradation. S...e often told him he made her chuckle whenever she thought of him throughout the day. He was happy to please his Domme in any way. They had come together at the local club for their type of people. It was strictly anonymous. You could enter only after 9 in the evening and the place was open until dawn. Then you had to leave. No names were ever. He’d never dare mention any of his thoughts to his wife; she would never understand his deep desire to see her being fucked by a black man. It just wasn’t something southern white women would even contemplate and it wasn’t something white men were supposed to jerk off to so he was content to live in secrecy and denial.Lisa and Syreeta were spending more time together as the days passed. By Friday night, by the time Brad came home, Syreeta and Lisa were giggling and whispering like teenagers. ’ And groaning, I buried my face in my hands. ‘It’s all such a mess. What the hell am I going to do?’ ‘You have to tell her the truth. And she’ll just have to learn to accept that Daniel is no longer part of your life. Her life.’ ‘Huh.’ I shook my head miserably. ‘How? When?’ ‘Today. When we go to visit her after lunch.’ ‘I can’t!’ I let my hands fall away and gazed at her in disbelief. ‘They said she’d need to rest–that she’d need to take it easy this afternoon, remember?’ ‘Oh.’ Her face fell.. Should I beat her? Could I beat her? Should I just give up and try to play it off like she suggested? I sat motionless until Becky spoke up. “You have to pull,” she whined.So I did. Just a little bit. And her arm didn’t move. “Pull harder,” she whined, and some of the guys laughed.So I did. Her arm still didn’t move.“Come on Greg, get this over with,” Cameron sighed. “We’re burning daylight.”I took a deep breath and started to bear down, and I forced Becky’s arm downward. For about an inch. For.