She had put up her long dark hair to the top of her head so it would not get in the way.As she washed his hair and scrubbed him with soap she seemed r...ther matter of fact about it. Even when her presence and her touching created some arousal of him she seemed oblivious to it and just focused on her task. The same when she dried him with a towel.She asked what night clothes he wished, he said, “I do not usually wear them.” That brought a faint smile to her face and he noticed that she had not. It was a long time ago, I expect, and you'll not still have the firm body we saw in that."Indignantly, Dina spluttered, "That was only six months ago, look, I'll show you."Helen's ploy had worked and the old woman stripped to reveal that although her dark, sunburned face had the texture of a dried prune, her body was still firm with a smooth café-au-lait skin where it had not been exposed to the harsh Csadian sun. Her breasts sagged a little, but not as much as Helen expected. The nipples were. Worse of all, I wanted more of him. I needed more black cock…When I awoke in the morning, Victor was already up. I dressed as fast as I could and joined him at the kitchen to share the breakfast. I was hoping my loving husband would not notice anything of what had happened with the black man the night before. I went into the kitchen and Victor grabbed me from behind; he kissed my neck very softly and asked how I was this morning. Quickly I said I was a little tired but doing fine and that sadly. With one strong handfull of hair and the other painfully spanking my reddened ass while deflowering me for the (what was it now?) seventh time. With each long thrust my captive cock jumped, thickened, and leaked a steady stream of pre-cum onto the floor below. Never breaking rhythm, she reached around to capture some of the copius secretion in her hand and feed it to me, as if to prove what a submissive slut I had become. With each powerful thrust of her strap-on she came closer and closer to.