"I meant the things I said that night..." I paused, trying to summon the strength to face those events "... and the things we did". She looked at me w...ithout a word, but I felt her relax - she felt the same. I looked at her for what seemed and age and then started to pull her tom me. She melted in my arms and I kissed her. I felt her arms curl around my waist and she squeezed me tightly as we made love with our mouths. My heart felt like it would burst from my chest with the thrill and my cock. After my wife Ann's first encounter with black cocks at the weekend with Lincoln, who l worked with, and two of his friends, at work on the Monday Lincoln came over and told me he and his friends had had a good time with my wife, he then said, as it was her first time with black men, they held back and took it easy on her, he said next time the dirty white bitch would really find out what it was like to be used by black men and the wouldn't wear jonnies, when l got home l tod my wife Lincoln. I bragged about thehairstyle.- How nice you've become! I told you Meredith was good! She tells us tolet your hair grow. And we will go for that, won't we!Meredith looked already forward to the kids' return. There were so manynice things she could imagine doing with their awesome hair. On the wayback Finley asked if his hairdo was expensive. Because she cut almostnothing of his hair!Jack had really been given something to think about. His silence wasnoticeable and only Finley spoke on the way. It was always ?slave?, ?slut?, ?bitch?,?cunt? or something of that order. The gentle look on Mistress? face spelleddoom. Michelle knew it. And she was of course right.Seemingly keeping one of her eyes open manually, Mistress asked her: ?Can youfeel this?? As Mistress? hand moved down Michelle?s body another person, astern looking woman in doctor?s whites, moved into her field of vision andshone a little torch into her eyes. Whatever Mistress did, Michelle couldn?tfeel it and both the other.