“I told him about us,” she said late one night as we lay in bed together.“How much did you tell him?” I asked.“Pretty much everything. About...our swinging and our open marriage.”“Why? What if he tells someone?”“He wouldn’t ever tell anyone. Trust me.”“But why would you tell him about that?”“We talk about everything! It’s a forty-minute ride to work, and another forty minutes back. And that’s if there’s no traffic. We have to talk about something to pass the time.”“Okay… so, what did he say when. I am pretty hungry she replied as she looked through the fridge looking for something to eat, can we go out and eat? not being able to say no to my daughter I replied yes and asked her where she would like to go. Somewhere fancy she gleamed as looked at my face for approval. Ok I replied, I told her I needed to get cleaned up and that I would be ready in a little while. She continued to fill me in on what had taken place over the last few weeks since I seen her, she was talking up a storm. Go on, poke that fucking tongue deep inside there, like a good whore. You like eating your first ever black cunt? You… – mmm…”There was a pause in Billy’s monologue. Without even looking up, Tracy knew why. She had heard Billy retrieving a new cigarette from the packet as she spoke, and had felt her removing her jacket and top. Now Tracy looked up to see a brand new Marlboro Lights 100 clamped between Billy’s full red lips, her face framed between two huge black tits, barely contained in. It had been so long. Yet so recent."Please Jenny, and you please me, slut." He said it resignedly,dolorous, and then handcuffed the doll to me and placed her pussy on mymouthdick. "I want to hear you love your Mistress."Then he went to the bar, and surprisingly, poured a glass of the druggedvodka and downed it.I was doomed.I did the best that I could, and part of me, the lust part, almost gotinto it. I pushed "her" in and out of my mouthdick and moaned andshuddered, and paced, even as the come,.