He said sure and told me he would be over in about an hour. I slipped into the little sundress I usually wear while doing little things aro...nd the yard. It was already starting to get hot when he arrived so we decided we had better get right to work. He got what he needed out of the garage and went to work. When he got to one place where he was going to have to reach to trim one branch he asked if I would hold the ladder. As I was holding the ladder I looked up and found myself. Never again, he swore to himself, would he let his delusions of submission rule his actions. Never again."You'll excuse me won't you, Chuck?" She leaned into the intercom and said, "Send in Chambers." The expansive French doors opened and a white man entered, avoiding looking at Charles. He assumed a prone position on the floor and Mistress Emmanuelle stepped out from behind the desk. Lifting her skirt and turning her back to Charles, she obscenely squatted over the man's face and lowered her. Sara licked furiously at her daughter's clit and stroked two fingers into her pulsing cunt as Cindy rocked back and forth, lost in the lustful manipulations. Sara could feel the orgasm bubbling just beneath the surface of her daughter's spasms, and slowed her motions, bringing her hand out of the hot snatch and working it up her ass crack, toward the tiny puckered anus waiting to be drilled. The cunt juice lubricated her finger, and Sara easily drove it in a little way, with Cindy nearly. She was Tomas' wife. There was never any confusion about that. So, when Tomas asked me if I'd consider being a sperm donor in order for his wife to have a baby, was surprised, as well strongly tempted! We began chatting on-line late at nights about he and Mara's determination for her to have an African-fathered baby.I asked him why they were so keen on that idea? I found it hard to believe at first that Tomas would even consider allowing me (or any other man, for that matter) to father a baby.