She went on to describe the sensation as the most intense of her life. At one point, Peter asked Susan to stand, as she did, he rose from his chair an... walked around her, carefully inspecting her backside. He told her that he wanted to apply some salve to the welts on her backside, then left the room. Returning only a minute later, he opened the jar he held, and lightly rubbed the salve on her wounds. The salve seemed to take most of the sting that remained back there away as well. They chatted. Though even from here I could sense an underlying fury. I wonder if she knew who I was. Hopefully she didn't, that could lead to more than one problem ... if possible I would wait out the day. My wound would hopefully be healed by then, and the sun would not be an issue.A voice suddenly rang out in my head.{Send her out}, the voice said with barely contained rage. I winced telepathy always gives me a headache.I tried to summon enough power to communicate.{What business do you have here little. Standing there I started exploring his body, I started with his neck and shoulders, worked my way down his chest, stopping long enough to play gently with his nipples before going down for my first feel of his nude, hard cock. It was solid, quite thick and about 9 inches long. He had a foreskin that I pealed back and his head was dark and proud. I cupped his balls. I had been watching his face, he was in heaven, enjoying all that was happening to him. Lastly I explored his bum, first his cheeks. "Marcus, my man. How's it hanging?" the black man said as he did one of those black handshake kind of things called the 'Dap.'"It's good, Bro. It's all good. Oh my, where are my manners? Let me introduce you to our host. Tyrone, this is Mr. Maurice Smith, Esquire. Mr. Smith, this is my good friend, Tyrone Taylor." Oh, fuck!" Maurice muttered. He just recognized who he was."That's right, boy! That's just what I'm a gonna do. I'm gonna fuck that pretty little blonde wife of yours until she can't.