She was taking her shoes off, "my feet are sore after that, would you mind massaging them?" Although Jax did not have a foot fetish, as he looked over..., he could at least appreciate her cute little feet, "sure, we can do that when we get back to your place." "But that's so far away, why not now?" she sighed. "You have a bed in the back." Jax could not say no to that. With a broad grin he led her behind the curtain and had her lay down with her feet in his lap. He carefully kneaded them judging. It was more than I could take, as I stood there jerking myself…After a little while, I opened the door just a crack and watched as that black man was pounding Ana`s cunt.My wife’s moans were of pure pleasure as she had one orgasm after another on that black cock. The drilling went on for another twenty minutes, until that lucky nigger blew his seed deep in her hungry cunt.At that point, Ana called me and allowed me to enter.I saw that black cock was still hard and ready for more. My wife sent. She was blindfolded and kneeling on a green velvet cushion. In front of her stood a crude wooden block. The artist had captured her at the moment that she was reaching out to find the block so that she could lay her neck down on it. In groping about, she appeared to be off balance and unable to find the terrible accessory to her execution. Beside her, a high ranking royal official three times her age wearing a rich but somber robe of black velvet was leaning over her. His expression was. Things turned ugly when Billy lost it all. Thick wanted Billy to pay up saying it was his fault. Things got even uglier later that night when Billy started to get in his car to leave. Thick and a few of his friends were waiting for him. They threatened Billy and even took his wallet and started going through it looking for cash. They had Billy drive to the nearest ATM machine and take out all the money he could. Fifteen hundred dollars they got that night and they still wanted more. Thick.