She directed me to stand in front of a table, “There are two hand holds on the legs of the table about six inches from the floor. Keep your legs str...aight, bend over and grasp the hand holds. You are permitted to make no sound, no matter what happens; if you do make so much as a slight sound I will increase your punishment each time. We will start with the first infraction, for that you will receive five strokes, the second will cost you five more and for the pleasure of challenging my statement. I rolled over sleepily, hoping she’d want to crawl back in with me. When I heard the bedroom door open and close, I realized my luck was shot. Gotta feed the boys. Fuck it, I could use the sleep.I slowly awoke from a wonderful dream involving Miss November and a blow job to the realization it wasn’t quite a dream. Looking down, I saw Debby kneeling on the bed sucking my early morning erection. She had pulled the covers completely off me. She looked up and smiled. “I told the boys that if they. He glanced over and smiled at me. “You just want to cruise around this empty neighborhood for awhile?” he asked. “That sounds awesome, I’m way too high to go home right now,” I said smiling back at him. “Cool, sit back and relax,” he said as he placed his focus back on the road in front of him. “So is your rooster really huge?” I asked as I reached across the seat and placed my hand on the crotch of his jeans. “You tell me,” he responded as he shifted in his seat. I felt his cock harden. Then Cy loudly said; “Admit it Heather! You want to become a black owned bitch! You already told us that earlier, while you ever faithful hubby was passed out!”Cy looked at me and winked as he smiled broadly and then she screamed as she orgasmed again. To be honest, I hoped what they claimed was true, and then it would really happen. My sweet wife owned by some black body builders and that could be just the start. My mind started to wander to her getting tattooed, pierced and a lot of other.