He was encouraging me to be a whore for a group of black men. My pussy was fizzing and bubbling with excitement and it was at least 8 hours before my ...ussy would be enjoying a huge black cock slide inside her. I looked at my hubby and smiled a cruel smile."You won't be fucking me until after you return. There will be no fucking today as I'm saving all of my pussy juice for some real cocks!" I tormented, watching hubby squirm with pleasure and discomfort.Hubby swallowed nervously, staring at me. ”“Please?” Helen asked softly, her voice low. While maintaining eye contact with him, she extended her pink tongue and licked the head of his cock.“Don’t stop!” Jason gasped out.Helen’s eyes unfocused for a moment, and she ceased her motions. Too late, Jason realised that he had given her an order, but before he could do anything about it, she acted upon it.Still holding his shaft with both of her hands, his mother leant forward and once again took him into her mouth. She began to slide her. There was nothing else boyish about him. He was all man. His chiseled features and sensuous mouth had me longing. Longing feel his powerful chest above mine, those wondrous thighs and that tight ass thrusting what his slacks were promising would be amazing. Even in loose fitting slacks, I could see the outline of his massive, thick cock. My gaze lingered on it, my pussy already dampening and mouth watering, before forcing my eyes back to his face. I wasn't the only one that had. If she could wait so could I, and I admit it would build up a head of steam for the eventual marriage night.The knowledge that Jean–Woodrow would in time be the Master of Blanchards was another detail occupying my thoughts. He was a sturdy lad, the spit and image of his father, but gave me the impression he was a ‘mummy’s boy’ rather than the rapscallion his father had been at a similar age.The reason was not hard to determine. Jean-Woodrow was raised surrounded by adoring females, which is.