Glen felt very strange undressing in front of Tim. She had Sarah's face flushing. She glanced out of the corner of Sarah's baby blue eyes at Tim. 'God... I hope he doesn't start anything!' Tim observed 'his wife's' glance. "Don't get your hopes up, Sarah. You emptied me out this morning. I'm not up for any more sex." Glen was relieved, and yet - a touch disappointed? She slipped on a red silk negligee, and lay down on the queen size bed next to Tim. She felt so weak and vulnerable. Glen didn't. It’s a pleasure to see you.” “The pleasure is all mine John.” She then looked at my growing erection and smiled. I felt my face turn red and told her to excuse me. My mom, however, told me to stay because she needed to talk to me. “I think it’s time you knew the truth about me John. I am not the woman you think I am. I am not the saint you have always thought I was and you are about to find out why.” I was confused not only by what my mom was saying but by Mrs. Jones’ presence. I did not. Not all Black women in life are dominant. It's an idea some people love to share even if it's not right at all but there's some with bad intention. Being Dominant don't mean they are bad people, some dominant are great person and treat their submissive the right way but most of the DAALS loved to humiliate their slave especially white ones.They try to invade the city of Krab now; it was a peaceful city where life didn't cost a fortune. The population was mostly white, some black, Asian and. I laid on the bed on my stomach and she helped me put a pillow under my hips. She started by inserting a cotton swab with Vaseline into me so I could get used to something going in. After 2-3 insertions of the cotton swab, she changed to a pencil wrapped in a condom. This did not bother me at all, actually it was pleasurable. Then she put on a disposable glove and slowly inserted her middle finger, the feeling of my asshole being penetrated like this was odd, but I was getting turned on. Slowly.