? He was intoxicated withlust.? The words cametumbling out of his mouth as the crop came down on his body.? ?Oh Mistress, I crave your punishment.? I?...m a dirty, filthy, lowly white pig thatlives to serve your Superior Ebony whims and desires.? Make me endure the most cruel penalties, themost degrading tortures and I?ll prove to you that I want more by begging your to push me further.?I?m a disgusting white slut that needs to be used and I will gladly eatyour ass, drink your piss, or anything. She let go of me and climbed seductively into the middle of the king size bed. Her vibrator was still running next to the pillows. The room smelled floral, like soap. She propped herself on her elbows with her face resting on the sheets and arched her ass high into the air. Her buttcheeks glistened with sweat under the muted bedroom lighting. A wave of guilt rushed over me. This was my dad’s soul mate, his life partner. He would be home in just a few hours. He might even find out. And yet… this. Yet, I could not help but glance over to Ron and Jill from time to time. That mysterious woman in the black dress with the diamond earrings sparking in the light of the big chandeliers was just something I could not resist taking a peek at. The way she somehow came alive on the dance floor as she moved in time to the music held an indescribable attraction.When the waltzing was over we returned to the table and resumed sipping champagne until the food was brought out. The food was quite. He did some technical reading for awhile, then checked email from work. Everything seemed under control.It looked like Pam was going to be late, so Jim called Katie to come down for dinner. They ate in silence, Katie glued to her smartphone, he watching the news. After dinner, she returned to her room and he went into the living room.Katie came downstairs a couple hours later to watch TV.“It’s really coming down out there,” Jim said as he looked out the front window. It had been snowing harder.