My dream was a chaos of her body tangled in heated passion with the body of a black man.After that I began a slow slide back into watching interracial...pornography. I secretly bought a lot of dvd's, books and magazines. I basically collected and hid anything that had something to do with interracial sex including clippings of celebrity women dating black men. Sometimes I masturbated so much that I had trouble performing sexually in bed. That's when I started to picture my wife fucking a black. Her body was limp, drenched in sweat she was panting with tongue hanging out in her efforts to find enough oxygen in the thick air to maintain her state of excitement. She was so close in this moment to being the farm animal in heat that she longed to be but for one key detail. This wasn't only lust though, in an earlier more thoughtful moment she had realized that being here covered in covered in the physical manifestation of excitement for what she hoped would be her masters. It hung in the. ‘You better. Or I’ll make you taste my fucking plug!’ The girl says, turning over onto her hands and knees. Ashley feels dizzy and weak. She stares straight ahead at the skinny ass in front of her. The girl’s insatiable pussy glints with moisture. Ashley’s eyes fall on the silver plug, embedded in the girl’s asshole. This isn’t fucking fair. Where is Miss Rose!? I can’t do this! The slave slowly tugs on the plug in her asshole. Ashley watches in fear as the pink ring opens up, allowing the. Each time I would give him a few more details of the story. He again came buckets when I told him that some of the men were black. Again the spermicide was strained beyond its specifications."Babe, the thought of you with a black man just blows me away," he said after an especially intense session of wild intercourse."Why," I asked?"I don't know, I guess its just sort of risky," John replied."Why is it risky?" You might get pregnant. How would we explain that?" It is pretty intense, isn't it?".