I won’t be a moment,” she called as she grabbed a bathrobe. Through the door, Robert could faintly hear the conversation going on in the foyer. �...Ah, Mrs. Wilson, I see you are ready for me this time!” It was an oily, educated Hispanic voice. “Or do you have the rent?” “Just a moment, Senor Peralta, I’ll see if I have it.” She walked to the bedroom door and entered quickly, shutting the door behind her. “Do you have $500 dollars?” she hissed at Robert. “No, sorry, nothing on me,” he whispered. .... you are OK with it right? " she cried out to me. "Yes baby I weakly replied" with my heart beating clear up into my throat and my face hot and flushed.... after all there was nothing I could do at that point even if I wanted it stopped! "Fuck her Jessy!!.... fuck her man!!!... give that white girl the fuck of her life..... show the white boy how a brother can fuck his woman"... "she aint ever going to want a white cock again!!" they jeered and cheered.Then in an act that shocked even me. Then I knocked at the guest room’s door.The door opened and Anita entered the living room.All eyes were on her. My sensual wife was dressed entirely in black: high stilettos, long black skirt, slashed to her tiny waist by a shiny, black nylon blouse; a wide leather belt. But most strikingly, was to find she was sporting a white mask. Her curly blonde hair was piled high on her head and she wore a black choker around her neck. She looked breathtaking... She turned slowly around, allowing us to. I slid my back down the wall and sat on the floor of the shower completely exhausted. I was now totally relaxed and had no resistance and I began to pee. I was fascinated by the feeling and watched the water from the shower rose flushing the jet of yellow water squirting from my vagina, down the drain.I felt drained and very satisfied and happy with myself. I had enjoyed a great orgasm and in an unusual way. I sat there for a while playing with my nipples and squeezing them enjoying the feeling.