His smile only grew. A twinkle gleamed in his eye.“What are you doing, husband?” I asked as his hands grabbed my skirt.“You look a little nervou...,” he said. “While I think you need to glow.”Greta giggled beside me. “Master, you are going to ruin her dress.”He drew up the satin skirt. It rustled and shifted over my petticoats. I shivered, the heat growing in my pussy. That molten passion swelled. My hands clenched as he exposed more and more of the lacy petticoats beneath.“Let me help, Master,”. The feelings coming from my back were driving me wild, my cock was straining under me, and Harry reached down to gently run one finger down the underside. I pulled to one side, and he smacked me hard on the bum. Returning to my post, Harry carried on turning me on, playing and gently toying with me, reaching out to flick a nipple here, or run a hand up my back there. After a time of this incredible smorgasbord of feeling, he pulled away. “Give me two seconds.” I could hear him moving around. Yes, poppers to make their inhibitions float away for a few minutes, until theircocks were firmly imbedded in some white pussy, or some white asshole of ahusband. By then, the Viagra would be kicking in, and a three or four hourhard on, was enough for them to get their kicks, before their buddies wereinvited over to finish the unlucky couple, or the over sexed white wife who hadalways secretly yearned to be "blacked".Sissy fell into the second category, and as all three of her orifices were. " It's Sue, Jeff."Jeff sighed, "Okay, Sue, here goes. I've worked with the lawyer type Mac sent to work on these problems, and had him work with the legal counsel you hired for us. They've made a lot of progress with most of the items on your list." There was a pause, as you could hear paper being shuffled. "First, the landlord of the building is now going to lease the building to us at almost ten percent less than you had agreed on initially. I thought he was going to have a coronary when I.