She pulled on a pair of white latex glove“Just relax Janet, your company is paying a lot of money for your treatment,” the doctor explained, “Yo...u need to relax, de stress, let things happen and most of all enjoy it.”Miss Jones carefully cleaned Janet’s feet carefully wiping them dry before slipping the black shoes onto her feet. She secured the straps and to Janet’s surprise locked the straps in position with tiny pad locks.“What are you doing?” Janet demanded.“Oh we don’t want you losing your. Mom fumbled with the key but nothing could be done. The Negro lay in bed reading. Mom liked pulp mysteries. "I should have known," said the producer furiously."What, and your bed's been empty all this time?" Mother asked."I wouldn't be caught dead fucking a nigger," spat the producer, "or fucking a nigger lover." The Negro jumped to his feet by the first statement and held the producer against the wall by his throat at the end of the second. Naked and dangling his extra large black penis, he. After all, she had realized it all along that what they were doing was morally, ethically and lawfully wrong, but she had simply given up caring about all of that and had justified it in her mind that John's mental age was well beyond eighteen. After all, he had been acting very mature around her."Can they proof it in court that you had a relationship with..." Mrs. Lewis took a moment to look something up, "with John Richards?"Once again Alice nodded, adding in a broken voice, "I think they. "Now fuck my ass like you're my husband." Yes dear." Markus positioned himself behind her, pumping up hiserection some more.He penetrated her suddenly, both hands grabbing her asscheeks andrubbing them as he began to fuck her. "I can't wait for tomorrow."Markus spat on Andreas neck. "Having a nice, submissive wife servicingme all day, someone to boss around." Anything you do to me, you know you're going to get it doubled when wego back to normal." Someone's afraid of losing control..."Markus.