The room was empty – save for herself – and the bed beside her cold. Obviously, Marcus had been gone for some time. Disappointed at finding hersel... alone, Joan tossed back the sheets, slipped into her robe and hurried across the room. Eager to see Marcus, she gave the door a cursory knock before letting herself in. ‘Humph!’ Joan let out a grunt of surprise when the door failed to move. Taking half a step back, she gave the knob a vigorous twist and pushed harder. Nothing. Joan stood. Her ass was all red from a recentbeating she had received from the lady and didn’t moveas I came in.Get out of those clothes white boy. You and your wifeare now my slaves and if you don’t comply immediatelyI’ll get my husband over here to beat your wimpy ass. Ihad seen her husband on several occasions and knew hecould really do it and the sight before me was too muchand too soon to think about, so I complied immediately.She immediately stood up, pushing my poor wife reddenface. Diane could not make up her mind as she felt yet another orgasm flow from her now well sucked cunt. He just did not want to stop but with a cock that was getting so hard, it was beginning to hurt, had to have some relief, she did not realize it, but this was exactly the thing she had been craving, needed, and wanted. She was so wet that his big hard dick easily slipped into her stretched opening, she tried to help but was only able to move her hips slightly, as she tried to push her muff out to. She was a musical prodigy and her cello teacher believed she would surpass du Pre and even Rostropovich. When it was finally the time to get her advanced musical education, Maxine’s father pulled all the strings he could to get her admitted to Moscow Conservatory. Although at that time the Soviet Union was long gone and the relationship with Russia went sour, her father still had connections that got her in on a scholarship. Her first winter in Moscow was brutal and she learned the hard way.