He had loved the voice of the lady of the house. I met her, and was not immediately moved by her voice. Perhaps it was my unfamiliarity with the langu...ge. My fascination with human desire tempted me, however, to understand him. The lady was not difficult. And he was right, in the end, that her lips were wonderful.So now, when I appreciate a voice, it's not long before I appreciate the lips as well.Since Loela had denied herself, and it would be a week before she visited again, I took it instead. “I don’t spank just anybody, Lisa. They must be someone very special to me.”“I want to be special to you, Davy ... I mean, master. I have always wanted to be special to you.”“Will you be my slave?” “Yes, master.” “My slut?” “Yes, master. Please.” “Is your pussy wet?”Lisa turned beet red but did not look away, holding my gaze shamelessly. “Flooding, master, like it never has before.”I grabbed Lisa’s hair, pulling it back to raise her face. She gasped and her mouth opened as I leaned to kiss her.. And I got turned on! So I watched more of the same, and especially, a white wife cuckolding her husband with a well-hung black man. I read stories about it, forums, blogs, and black superiority web sites. And I didn't understand. Probably because I have jealous tendencies.A husband who loves his wife can't let her be used like that by a black man. Impossible. And yet, not taking into account the video-clips that are 90% acted, or fake, I can't deny that some of the amateur, homemade movies seem. ‘There, ‘said the dentist with some satisfaction,’ That is what you English call six of the best. Now get dressed and we will continue the treatment.’ Still sobbing Angela pulled her drawers carefully over her glowing red bottom, and the nurse helped her back into her dress. Then it struck her what the dentist had said about continuing the treatment. ‘I’m not getting back into that chair, I’m leaving.’ ‘Alas no, my lady, your husband told me to complete your treatment, and that is what I intend.