She wanted to slide her fingers inside herself and feel the throbbing but she'd promised... Footsteps on the stone steps outside her door and the door...bell rang. As she put her hand on the door handle she really hoped that her neighbour wouldn't be standing in the hallway again. With a deep breath she opened the door and felt her heart start to thunder with anticipation as she saw him standing there. He looked her up and down, his eye critical at first and then appreciative as he noticed that. “Their sore” I replied. She jerked the chain and I grunted with the pain. I knew why and rephrased it “ Their sore….Mistress”. “Good” Mistress smiled “ I will let you out of them, would you like that slave?”“Yes Mistress I would like that please” I was starting to be controlled by the Mistress and in front of an audience of one. Mistress reached up and removed the Butterfly clamps from my now aching nipples. With the removal of the constricting clamps blood started to pump back into my nipples . She then asked me if I thought my wife had let a black man fuck her.I laughed, and everyone looked puzzled at me including Lynn, but she had a scowl on her face! She knew what I had on my mind to answer!I gathered my thoughts and nerve because my wife would go ballistic at what I was going to say! At this point, with the alcohol in me giving me courage, I just let it all hang out! “Lynn would never fuck a black guy because she doesn’t even fuck me! We’ve been married a little over ten years. You'll like him too, I think, although you will laugh at how cowed he is by Bella. So this is no time to be bashful or shy even though their culture is a little different than ours."We turned into the street Bella lived on. I pointed out how well kept the houses and lawns were. I said that Bella ruled the whole section. I called her a beloved tyrant because everyone liked her. I didn't knock, I just walked in. The three boys started a chant of "Uncle Tom, Uncle Tom" as I shook Pete's hand and.