I guess it is like having your cake and eating it too.I should have been more open in the beginning of our relationship about a little fetish of mine.... I do like the idea of my woman having sex with a black man as I watch. Would Tanya, my wife, still married me or would her strict upbringing kick in and kicked me out?But I am at the point just plain vanilla sex would be good for me much less my black man/ white woman fetish. No sense in dwelling on what I should have done.Tanya is a great cook.. Her tits were big and round just like mine. Her nipples grew hard as she reached the door. Mom took a deep breath then opened the door.“WOOO, here is your pizza,” The man outside the door in his forties said.“Come in while I get you your money,” mom replied calmly to him.The man stepped inside never taking his eyes off my mom’s tits as she went to the stand beside the door. I could see his pants starting to swell as he stared at mom’s tits. Mom was digging in her purse with her tits moving back. The tiny red box mixed in with the journals had a chunk broken out of the wood. The gasp from his throat echoed across the high ceiling. A locket on a silver chain laid face up, the faded portrait that of a beautiful young girl. Logan carefully brought the little box out to see what other treasures he could find. Beneath the journals, at the bottom of the trunk, he found another box.The dress he saw when he took the cover off the large box was gorgeous. He thought of Emma as soon as he lifted. That’s not to say I didn’t enjoy it. On the contrary I came to relish the game of exploiting them, holding out the bait of material things so they would do exactly what I wanted. One of them introduced me in a small way to the world of BDSM; which meant sexy games involving furry handcuffs, roleplay and spanking her because she’d been a ‘naughty girl’. Mild stuff, really, but I see it as a milestone in my journey into control that started with computers and ended with me where I am today. How.