She had a line of black hair marching to her shaved pussy, hints of pink flesh peeking out of dark folds.“I am ready to be punished, my Queen.”“...Nadiyya, attach the devices.”I squirmed, naked, my pussy growing wetter and wetter as Angela stood over me, tall and strong, a proud queen ordering her concubine slaves to serve and please her. I shuddered as Nadiyya was quick to obey, her hands clutched tight around something.What? They couldn't be big if they fit in her hands.The dark-skinned girl. I tried to arrange things at one point for a swapping situation on New Year’s Eve the year before, but his wife wasn’t open to it, so it never happened. My friend was fine with it however; K let him fondle her big boobs in our hot tub for a while when they were left alone together. I had been faithful for the 14 years we were together. I was sick of being faithful. S met me a few years prior. I’ve been a martial artist since I was s*******n years old. I had practiced and trained for 20 years.. It had been a boring summer for Bonnie Birdsall, your wife to be. Her high school boy friend had joined the Coast Guard, so would be away for a couple years. Her mother had her baby sit her younger brother, Monday through Friday, which gets old in a hurry if you would rather be with your friends or working at McDonald's.August twenty third was different. Her bags were packed and in the trunk of her old Honda Civic. She kissed her mom and dad and was off to Evansville, Indiana to start her. The flow of your wetness into my hand as it massages you rises from a drip to a trickle, which I carefully spread over your lower lips until they glisten. Your grip loosens, and then as if in retribution for my pleasurable surprise, you bring one hand up to cup the flesh of my seminal sack, and curl the fingers of the other around the hardened shaft of my swollen member. My hands fly immediately to your wrists to stop you. Have mercy, oh my love, have mercy! I see the puzzled look on your face.