Coming back into the kitchen with only a towel and a smile I got up took her hand and we walked to the bedroom at the other end of the cottage. She la...id on the bed I pulled the towel off and let my robe drop to the floor. Laying down beside her running my fingers through her short wet hair I started to kiss her my fingers playing with the back of her neck I whispered I so wanted some one on one time with you. Our lips touched our tongues seemed like 2 magnets rolling around in her mouth, my. . I am... honoured... M-Master..." she said hoarsely.It was one of the required answers to such a question, so Belle, the slave, made it... regardless of her true feelings. Hassan stood up, looking even more formidable. "Get on the couch, girl," he ordered.Belle crawled to the couch. There was not a moment's delay, but the tension within her, and the effort required, were evident by the way she trembled."On your hands and knees... and backside well up..." came the next order.Again Belle obeyed,. I asked her, how long were you with him, she said 4 years, i was shocked, i said but he is black! What were you thinking, she said it just happened, deep down he had been with my wife longer than me, he knew her more than me and this made me a little upset, but this sexual feeling would not go.Our drinks came; i had to say something to this man, Ryan i said, Rita (my wife’s name) just told me how you both know each other. He looked at me in shock, but in a confident tone, replied, yes, we know. 2 in hight. Ankita’s father had his own business and staying out of the house for most of the time. He came late at night and moved back to work early from house. I offenely visited Ankita’s house to take or give notes or just for chat, that she was my best friend. I use to stare at her moms body whenever I get chance, without noticing anyone yet. Sometimes I felt guilty, because she was my friends mom. But I could not helped myself whenever her huge ass came in front of my eyes.Once i went to.