I felt I didn't belong in her presence and found myself taking in her scent with deep, awed breaths. Once settled, she looked out the window but seeme... to see only inner thoughts.I tried to think of something to say but everything I thought of sounded contrite and totally wrong in my mind. She glanced over and caught my eye. Her smile was at once beautiful and mysterious while her eyes registered friendly indifference. I managed a stupid grin that must have told her I was an idiot and not. He began fucking her mouth like it was a second pussy, sending almost the entire awesome length down into her throat. He had his black hands around her head and would pull it toward his monster nigger cock as he rammed it into her mouth and down her throat.I was able to get very good close ups of all this, seeing the nigger cum filling her white married pussy by the gallon, nigger cum running out of the corners of her mouth and down her chin. One of the niggers got on his back and had my wife. His party was riding high in the polls and the opposition seemed in disarray. At question time he had demolished the carping criticism of the leader of the opposition to the applause and laughter of his backbenchers. The evening had also gone well as he entertained some celebrities who were mostly in favour of what his party was doing. Now he was unwinding with a glass of his favourite malt and thinking all was well with the world, or at least his little part of it.It was then he heard a soft. Tori just whistled."That must have cost a fortune...nice gold fabric color with thesequins." Tori asked."No it just looks like it did...one of my weird girl obsessions...makingclothes. Trish designs them I prototype and finish," Mikayla said."Princess, spending 12 hours at home non-stop on a sewing machine is notweird...having a $2000 sewing machine at home for enjoyment isweird...but seeing what you do with it...wow," Trish said."Thanks," Mikayla said.Trish turned to Tori."In plain english im.