She had a part-time office job at the same time. She loved to dress sexy at her job and tease the guys, and sometimes accepted invitations to go drink...ng with them after work, even though we were dating. One night at a bar, the guys talked her into volunteering to model lingerie for a charity fund raiser to fill in for another girl that had chickened out. She had been drinking and was feeling brave and thought it was no big deal since she would wear bra and thong under the lingerie. The bar was. Get your sorry ass in here, NOW!" There was a bit of a scrambling noise, and the bedroom door opened to reveal a naked Roger. His hard cock was half the size of mine. With his head down, he walked in and stood before Sarah. "Yes, ma'am?" he asked. "I have made a mess, scum, and you know you are supposed to keep my house clean," she explained. I started to get nervous. She had all but said that she understood my lines, and now she seemed to be flaunting them at me. I really did not want to end. Although she didnt wear leopard-patterned underwear, her body shined in the moonlight when she walked to the drapes to close them. I had never before made love to a woman of color. It was everything its cracked up to be. What a ride. She had a trimmed pussy, which I liked but it wasnt shaved. Her labia were puffy and, as youd expect being married to a hung dude like her husband, they hung down an inch. I loved sucking them into my mouth. I found out later that she hadnt been fucked in over two. She wasn't sure whether he would stop and was just teasing but the firm grip on her pussy was her answer. With a gasp she threw her head back a little and automatically opened her legs just a little bit wider. "You like that, bitch, don't you?" he asked, his hand still firmly between her legs. "Yeah," she whimpered, as his hand moved towards her zipper. Inside she was still struggling, not sure what to do, so she thought she at least needs to pretend she's fighting him. With a half-hearted.