” Out of the corner of my eye I saw him opening a drawer, taking out a fistful of condom packets. Next thing I felt a hand smack my ass, not too h...rd but enough I knew to raise a red spot. Another hand slapped me, on the other butt cheek, and my cock twitched. “He likes it,” one voice said. “Hand me the lube.” I felt a coolness in my ass crack; someone had dripped lube on me. Next I felt a hand rubbing it around my hole, and then a tug on my balls. “He’s got nice balls,” the voice said.. Thewardrobe changes would lead him to change into a faithful husband and Iwould know when he was ready for this as he would ask me to marry himthen. But I must try to encourage him to dress like a man around Aineand this would be difficult.So I could not remove my pantyhose but unless Trevor took them off me mypantyhose would die when I did. To some extent my pantyhose had what itwanted. I was a woman now but now I knew all about my pantyhose it wouldbe a while before it spoke to me again.We. It does as it’s told. Without hesitation it gets coffee, sucks cock, eats pussy, licks-out Black assholes, leaves the room, kneels, and always wears a conspicuous slave collar that says “Black Owned white pig.” If a white pig can’t do something instantly, it apologizes. The white pig surrenders the word “no.” The word “no” doesn’t exist for a surrendered white pig. A white pig surrenders pride except for pride in being stupefied naked Black Owned meat for Superior Black sexual uses. "YES! YES!" Alice squealed with delight as the big, black Labrador feverishly rammed his cock home. "That's the way to fuck!"Being deliciously jolted as she knelt beneath the magnficient beast, Alice suddenly wondered what her husband's reaction would be if he knew how she'd been fucking their dog for the past two years. She wondered if he'd even fuck her again if he knew her cunt was usually full of dog-jizz when he shot his wad into it.The friction of his hard shaft against her clit was.