• I like giving her to a friend to use and treat her like my property. They love that shit.• I like telling her husband that his wife's pussy is m...ne now.• I love when a wife tells me fantasies or experiences she's had that she's never told her husband about.• I love when a married woman wants to do things with me that she doesn't do with her husband.• I like to call a husband on speaker phone while I'm owning his wife in bed.• I like to call a husband and tell him I'm done with his wife and to. Each stroke she made was gentle yet firm and, to my surprise and relief, I felt no razor rash developing. She cradled by sac in her left hand as she delicately scrapped the razor across the crinkly flesh. She used each testy, by moving and rolling it this way and that, to make a smooth surface upon which to drag the blade. She hefted them skyward to get in underneath and remove the last of the stubborn hairs along the lower gland and further back toward my anus. The second time round was much. He also knew that the white man's sperm was probably dripping down her legs."You shouldn't be looking into no windows Nate. If Naomi says you’re ok I guess you can go." Steve said as he put away his gun."Can't go yet....I's needs to talk with Naomi first...mister." Nate said with his thick Negro accent but with the proper amount of difference to a white man; even if it was white man that had just fucked a black woman."I guess that'll be alright. Besides I think I need a drink." Steve said as he. “Ooh!” Cynthia gasps grabbing the sheets. The bowl falls to the floor as expert fingers reach between her legs. The night was far from over. Over the next couple weeks Cynthia was actually able to convince Robert to go with her to some parties. She always felt bad because he didn’t seem to have a good time. Obviously feeling out of place. She did her best to include him in conversations and activities. Always encouraging him to open up. Looking at herself in the bathroom mirror she carefully.