.. his cheating slut of a wife... he was... was he willing to forgive me then? Could he? Had he lost that anger?"John... have you lost your mind? I ch...ated on you... on us. How could you want me now? What about that anger you have with me? I don't understand." Look, part of my problem was my parents... when dad left mom and me... I know it now... part of it was what you did to me... to us. I found out I needed to forgive you... and I have, in my mind and soul... up there in Alaska. I truly did.. She had not ever really been allowed – yes that was the word – allowed to come down from her orgasmic plateau. Her senses only heightened - that orgasm simply an ascending stair, not a destination.Carpice ticked the zipper to its ultimate destination about half way down Dean’s outer lips. Her throbbing clit now exposed to the world, she felt the cool rush of air across it. It was like she could feel the individual air molecules passing over her clitoris. She was in a state of hyper-sensitivity.. As sheleaned over more, her husbands arm left her shoulder, and she took that as asign to go down on this black man.She hesitated just a moment before leaning over more, so that she was now nomore than a few inches from the pulsating black head."Come on sweetie, give it a little kiss."The words mesmerized her and the distance between her lips and the large blackcock went to zero. As he lips touched the cock head, she felt the black manshand come to the back of her neck, and she opened her lips. I begged, “Please Master don’t make me go out like this. Please, I’ve done everything you’ve wanted. I have lived through every kind of humiliation possible without fighting back. I’m so afraid of you Master and what you’d do to me but please, I’m begging you don’t do this to me. Don’t take me outside like this. I can’t stand this any longer please just let me go. I’ll...”I didn’t get another word out as Master had moved from behind the desk and slapped my face so hard my head was ringing. He.