It is amazing how many thoughts can race through your mind with each step that you take. I was glad to have a job. I was anxious the my job was essent...ially making my wife a prostitute. I was turned on by the thought of the next time I would get to watch her being fucked by black men. I hated the steel cage on my cock.“Tom, do you agree to serve this congregation to the best of your abilities?”“I do”“Do you agree with our mission to break down the walls of racism in our society through shared. I prayed that she trimmed her pussy and that she would do that next. “Do it, do it!” I whispered.My focus was complete and I almost jumped when she suddenly stood up and stepped towards the door. She had pulled it open and stood staring at me before I had even begun to move. Her eyes dropped to my swollen cock before flicking back up to my face, “Pervert!” she stated and shut the door in my face. I blushed hard and stood there for at least ten seconds before retreating to my own room. I stepped. He has a dreamy look on his face, but his eyes are still fully focused on her, moving between her eyes, her lips, and following her hands as they slide down her body. He clutches her panties tightly in his hand as she her hands finish their slide ending at the tops of her thighs and move back up to her hips, pulling the hem of her skirt up along with them, exposing her tiny white thong underneath. His eyes are immediately focused on her mound barely hidden beneath the wisp of white fabric. He. . unless you want it to!" So I decided to just go check it out.I opened the door and looked in. It was a long, somewhat dark hallway with several doors on each side. I saw my pretty temptress at the very end of the hall, standing in the doorway off the last room. Again she nodded for me to fallow her as she stepped inside and closed the door behind her. I was very nervous by now but thought to myself, "If I don't fallow her, I'll always wonder." So I kept going. I reached the door, grabbed the.