As i looked on and he wanked off he looked at me and with a slight nervousness in his voice asked if i was going to have a wank, so i said if you give...me some of that toilet paper i will, so he tore me a bit off and i without thinking about it undid my pants, got my already hard cock out and began to wank off at the same time, i was'nt shy or nervous about him seeing me as i could clearly see what he was doing right infront of me, and after a few minutes of looking at the mags and occasionally. I turned around to see a very tall ... slender, dark African man.He was absolutely beautiful...I was so very intrigued by his unique fine features, and his thick African accent as he said, "Hi, I am Ebrima Jeng. Dance with me."Something from deep inside me could not resist this man.I danced with him to a song by Dawn Penn.His body and mine moved together in a perfect rhythm...He moved with such ease and sensuality."What is your name?" he asked.I could barely hear his voice..."I think you asked. You’ve probably seen that recent article in one of the leading newspapers. I really liked that photo with Gordon and my daughters. Looked very nice, very nice indeed. Especially my daughters, gorgeous girls with their slender curves and smooth, black silky skin…” Bebe and Natalie picked up on the way Janet said that. There was something odd, something quite strange and disturbing about the way she spoke about her daughters. They finished their desert.As they left the dining room, Bebe and. Otherthan that she was mostly just an automaton. An almost android likequality to her as she obeyed instruction without question.I had pondered this often as she performed her assigned duties; eitherdomestic or sexual. What was she thinking about right now?Did any of my husband still exist deep within her? Was he trapped farinside, seething with hatred for us but unable to escape? Sochasmically beneath the surface that he was unable to reach up with anysentient thought. Or was he just gone.