“So that wasn’t a joke then,” Bastian finally picked up their conversation. “Are you really planning on doing that?”“I don’t know…” ...ichelle said and turned her head away, looking at a piece of cloth Vanessa had thrown on the floor next to her. “Would that be a problem for you?” She held the piece of cloth up and bit her lip.“Well, I’m not sure,” Bastian said and gulped. “So you’d be wearing nothing but sandals and this… thing? Not even underwear? And everyone could see your breasts…”His face. Concerned with my lack of a response Luna quickly added, “It’s such a gloomy day outside, perhaps after lunch you’d like a rest? We have a nice fire going in the harbormaster’s bedroom. We made the bed and lit a few candles too.” She batted her eyes playfully.I wolfed down some more bread and turned my laughing eyes to Aberdeen. She smirked back at me, unashamed at their plan. She gave my free hand a gentle squeeze. Luna smoothed her hair for a long moment.“Fine. You win,” I declared in mock. Yeah, the scared act was just that, an act. When he initially approached me with the idea, he kept reinforcing that I could do ANYTHING that I wanted to humiliate him, with heavy emphasis on anything. I told him that I wanted to turn his wife into a slut for black cock and have him watch. He objected and screamed and pouted like a little bitch. He didn’t want his wife to know that he had such fantasies. He never wanted his wife to know that he lusted after dark flesh. She wouldn’t be able to. I adjusted myself and then slowly I began to stroke her pussy. Moans were frequently escaping from her mouth and I felt her pussy becoming very wet and slippery. Slowly speed of my strokes increased as the combined effect of rum and beer helped me. I think in 4-5 minutes she began to yell and scream jerking her body from side to side. She came very wildly and I found it difficult to maintain the balance. Then after a few minutes she was again moaning form the hard strokes as orgasm began.