..DON'T READ ANY FURTHER. Thanks. ] I was on my way to meet two white married couples who had chosen to have interracial offspring, instead of their h...sbands fathering them. I'd been trying to arrange such a meeting for about three months. However, at first, these two couples were unsure if I was trustworthy, and I understood that perfectly well, and so I tried my very best to gain their trust; and eventually, I did. Then, at the last moment, I was informed that not only were these two couples. Besides, the taste should be entirely different - but I am sure you must be aware of that."If she was referring to my sex-life with my wife, I had to set the record straight. "Actually, honey, it's been so long since I had some that I thought they had unified the taste." Very funny, Dad, but I could swear I heard a lot of grunting a couple of nights ago in your bedroom." That was just your father," I waved a hand as a sign of dismissal, "Having sex with his hand. Your mother was making love to. She took a red marker and wrote, ‘Slave for use’ on my breast.She also wanted to be creative and so circled my nipples and put an arrow on my abdomen pointing to my pussy.She then blindfolded me and took pictures of me. She then left the room. I was feeling very nervous and with the blindfold, it was hard to concentrate.I was slowly losing track of time. I would say it was approximately thirty minutes before I heard a few footsteps. I was hoping that to be the Master. I heard the voice of. There were no exceptions. He closed his eyes and thought of the last time he'd been to the sea alone."Now the rest," he said calmly, opening his eyes again after the moment passed. When it came down to the marrow, she was a far better thing to envision than the cold, unforgiving sea.Something in her face started to look too tired to be ashamed anymore. She pulled down the short zipper on her skirt and pushed it over her hips. She wasn't wearing panties under her hose, and there was another.