She paused for a moment totake a wet washcloth and wipe up the mess that I hadmade overnight. Finally, she released my arms andunzipped the playsuit.&...#8220;Take off your playsuit, lay it out on the chair, andgo and fix me breakfast. And leave your little toy inplace.”“Yes, ma’am,” I responded as I slipped out of my suit.I left the bedroom and went into the kitchen. My littletoy kept me erect as it excited me with the meremovement of my own body.As I put the eggs, bacon,. But, she said that if we did get married, that she wanted a black baby; and that whoever she did marry would have to accept that; and I immediately told her that I wouldn't object to that at all! She wasn't convinced I was truly serious at first, but we kept dating, and the more saw each other, the more in love with her I fell, and after about a year, we decided to get married (with the proviso that I would not object to her having an African-fathered c***d, of course)!Neither of our parents. She wanted me to be her witness, to paint Michael as the bad guy, tell them what I’d seen…. But not what I’d heard.“Should I tell them about seeing you hungrily sucking his dick after he lied to Nicole like you told him to? Or when you rode him until you both came?” I spoke calmly… Her eyes widened in terror. I reached down and unzipped my pants. Her eyes darted to my hands as I pulled out my eager cock. “When I say suck, you suck. When I say fuck, you fuck. You can either be our whore and. ‘I guess that’s one of the things I always loved about her, she does care about people, she wants to help everyone…I remember that time I tried to kiss her, she was hot and sweaty and had straw in her hair, and I thought how sexy she looked. I guess she was right, maybe if we had talked about it then, instead of me letting it fester all these years…’ ‘Yeah, it would have helped.’ Harley nodded in agreement. ‘I know it would have, but let me tell you, it threw me a real curve when she told me.