I stayed in the kitchen to watch as Rayna efficiently washed the lettuce and tomatoes, then put them aside to drain.Rayna looked like she was pretty y...ung, but then I can never estimate a Filipina’s age. She was less than five feet tall. She had the typical long, straight, jet black hair, but Rayna’s was longer than usual, hanging down below her bottom. Her hair was very smooth, black, and shiny, like she’d just had a rebond[1]. She was very skinny, but she had a sexy female figure. She. I wondered why such a handsome black man would want a white wife. Now, I was seeing him as my life-mate, the father of my child (children?) and the man who was going to deflower me. I was frightened and excited about what was to come. That night, for the first time, I felt the weight of a man upon me. I was so scared! I parted my legs, so he could mount me. His hard, thick cock was pressed against my wet, willing cunt. What they say about black men is true! He was huge! He moved his hips. I then explained a bit more about my harem of ladies and that I made it my business to ensure that my ladies, girls, women (call them what you will) were all sexually satisfied as much as I was and that what I sought in all of my females was that they maximised their sexuality to find their true sexual self. As an example, I briefly outlined what had happened between Carol and me just this week (it was only Wednesday and the girl was totally different to the PA I had only really started talking. Her hand came up and she cupped my breast, feeling for any problems, as she jotted on her clipboard, her hand seemed to rest on my breast, her thumb casually lying against my nipple.My imagination must have been running wild, was she just doing her job, or was my fantasy about to come through.Karol leaned over me, her floral perfume filling the air, her ear and neck just inches away, her hands worked down my stomach, I could feel a dampness between my legs. She gently parted my legs. Her hands.