I looked in her eyes and they radiated back love and lust that I could not resist. I moved my hands to the front of her suit jacket and unbuttoned it...tossing it on the chair beside the bed. I unbuttoned and unzipped her slacks which also joined her jacket. I took off her blouse and took in a breath. She was still a very beautiful woman after two children and nine years of marriage. Her breasts encased in a pale yellow lace bra were still as pert and perky as ever. There was a little more to be. I must admit that your copy was quite a work of art, I could tell there was some form of magic around it, but I had thought it was a shield." I said with a smile, one that was duplicated by the other images of me.I muttered a short phrase and the Marcus stuck to the desk faded from sight. "Oh yes, talking about shields..." I created a shield around Marcus, but this one was air tight. "I'm going to need one shortly, as soon as I arrive there." I completed the statement without Marcus noticing. The toy in her ass was withdrawn and shoved home again and this time her gasp was different - more pleasure than pain. She didn't say so, but her mind wanted him to do it harder. She imagined the thing was Sean's hard cock. And as it was pulled out and in again, she pushed towards it rather than away. And as it rammed home inside her, the pleasure exploded in her and she came hard, straining at her restraints, moaning and panting. The hand left her pussy and slowly withdrew the object from her. It was all true.Bella had been a beautiful American bride on her wedding night in 2028. Trump jr. Had just been defeated, and castrated for being a racist. New Anti-racist legislation was passed all over the United States and Black Men, especially cole Black African men had become exceedingly rich and successful. Nevertheless, she had still married a White boi. A Republican no less, with rumoured ties to the Racist “White racist” in the North-West of the country. White bois had completely.