I know that look," I replied."Listen ... I'll tell you everything if you want, but I'd much rather surprise you as we go. You know you can stop things...anytime you want." Things?" Do you trust me?"I didn't respond right away and she just lifted her teeshirt over her head and pulled me back into a soft kiss. Our nipples definitely sensed each other's presence and instantly hardened, rubbing against each other as we moved."Do you trust me?" she repeated."Yesss," I breathed."Then let me help you. Her breast looked as if they were about to bust out of the tight, white tank top she had on. On the other side of the room, Sam spotted the young girl that had delivered her package. The young girl was wearing a pair of very short cut off jeans, and a tank top that matched Paige’s. Sam could tell that the girl was not wearing a bra, because she could see her tanned breast and dark brown areolas through the thin white material. “Sam, you are here,” Paige said excitingly, dropping the roll of. Charles and Billy had been huddling for a while, andwhen they saw me, Charles had an evil look in his eyes.Billy went to his duffle bag and pulled out sometemporary tattoos. They were of the Queen of Spades, theuniversal mark of a black cock whore. Grabbing my leash,Charles made me stand with my legs wide apart as Billyapplied one to the inside of my thigh, and one on my asscheek. Then Charles took out a black marker and wroteabove my permanent tattoo “Black cock Whore” above. I actually got to like Dan, he was a great guy and we had become bestfriends. I didn't even mind him dicking my wife anymore, it just sortof seemed right. And besides, I could have mind blowing sex literallywhenever I wanted. I didn't need my wife's pussy anymore and frankly Ididn't even really want it. I dropped the attempts to sex with my wifeentirely and she actually seemed relieved. And I kind of admit, I wasrelieved too. My wife and I didn't have a sex life together, but wewere both.