His fingers ran along thejewel neckline as he stood shocked by how perfectly his mind had imaginedhow his body would look in the dress with the slight...st padding. Johncocked his neck as he turned and looked at the button-keyhole back beforehe stuck out his hip and saw how his slightly large butt pushed out at thefit-and-flare silhouetted dress.The pink gold embroidered tulle shimmered in the light in his bedroom.John loved the way it sparkled on him and the attention it would get if hewas able. Most of all, though, the idea of the contrast, the pale, freckled ginger with the rich dark brown of Carver’s flesh ... very erotic, very sensual, I think.“And I know that I’m fertile now ... you handpicked the father of my child, Master, and unless you give a contrary order, as a good Bottom slut, I should stick with the candidate that you chose, right? Not that I object to the orgy ... no, I will happily throw myself into it ... per your commands ... already have. I just want to make sure. Let me feel it inside again. Ooooooh, yeeeesssss. Like that babe! Give it to me! I love your Black Cock. I love it, I love it. Push it babe! Ooooooh!”The line abruptly went dead. I frantically called back. What I hoped to accomplish by doing so, I don’t know for sure. Waiting all that time to hear from my wife, worrying about her, and then hearing her sucking and fucking Michael was confusing than could ever have imagined. Fantasizing and writing about my wife screwing Black Men was one thing.. Unfortunately for Rodrigo this was not the case in the age of unholy alliances in strange places. In retrospect, I think my friend was far too optimistic to expect order in the midst of chaos just because there was structure in place and rules to follow for those in charge.Dulcina was a strong woman and she lived up to her sweet name time after time in our relationship. Her younger sister Corazon was surprisingly innocent in some respects despite her bad marriage and three kids that sapped her.