Closing his eyes for a moment, he wanted, so much, to touch her. Sliding his hands to her thigh, the gun smacked him, a light and loving touch in his ...ind, and he stopped.“You’re a pathetic little cracker.”The woman smacked his face with the gun, keeping the fear inside him, mixing with his pleasure. The blows weren’t hard, but enough, so he understood she was in control. The young man’s cheek burned. Amazingly to him, his prick grew harder and longer.“Damn boy, stick me deep with your dick,. A bit hesitatingly, Lillie took a deep drag on her cigar and blew it into Jason's face. I know that this both embarrassed him and turned him on."Lucky for cock cages," I thought, "or Lillie would be getting a show." Aunt Alexis, I just can't believe how assertive my mother has become. Now Daddy is acting like Uncle Jason. It's like he's been willingly enslaved." He has dear. And he loves it. It's called 'female-led marriage' and it can be taken to any level." What do you mean by 'any level?' ". We men were also paired with the wife whose number we drew. To add spice to the evening a coin as flipped and it turned out the black guys would go first.By now all the women had three or four drinks and were getting a bit spaced from all of it not to mention excited as well as a bit shocked. Up to then all of them had only fucked white guys.And of course we guys got to watch our wives going first then would join the woman whose number we picked.As for me it was a huge turn as in my clouded. She was wearing an apron to protect herself while she cooked, but watching her bend over to get a bowl out of a bottom cabinet was a definite treat.As it was getting close to the time for Jamie to arrive, Becky started to go change. "What will you be changing into?" I asked."I only have the skirt," she said."I think you should wear something different today," I told her. "Come here."I then proceeded to fold down the apron and tie it around her. When I was done, she had the apron going from her.