Thus on the first night of guests’ stay my sister and me came to sleep in my room. When I entered the room, the sister was already in her nightgown ...ying under the blanket. I wished her good night and climbed onto my bed. My bed stood by the wall adjacent in relation to my sister’s sofa in such a way that there was a right angle between them. And we were lying in such a position that we could look at each other. It is worth to say that at nighttime, when lights in the room were off, it was. ..my Master's mouthwatering cock that I can't get enough of...this time it's drenched in sunlight and shadows, pure perfection. I lower my mouth down and begin to suck...hard...taking in every bit I can. My husband begins to move, just incase his reaction is to stop me, I grab both of his hands with mine and pin his wrists to his sides and continue my sucking, licking, devouring...thinking of my Master. Imagining it's his gasps each time my mouth sides up, taking in air and then back down. "Hi. Have a minute to talk?" The voice belonged to Dawn, a high powered doctor who lived in the neighborhood, recently with a new boyfriend. I set my bag in her back seat and slid in, but not before she made a quick inspection of the bag's contents."I see you're eating right while Maria is away," she teased.I could hardly complain. In her mid-thirties, Dawn was several years older than I, but easy to look at, tall and generously proportioned with long red hair, more striking than "pretty" in. I will tell her that I understand why she wanted to cheat, and that I am OK with it as long as she goes all the way with it. In other words, if she is going to hurt my feelings and offend me she better be doing more than kissing and groping. I am going to tell her that it is time for her to be honest with herself about what black men mean to her. I am going to start to undress her as the 25 men slowly approach. I am going to put her on her knees, and use a marker all over her body to write.