We are getting late I guess. Saying this she turned.In my head, “No, how do I stop her?” That’s when I looked closely at her. she had an amazing... ass. I don’t know the measurements but they were so fucking tight I just wanted to grab and squeeze them.“Hey Sneha, I need to use the washroom.” She turned back. “It’s inside the bedroom to your right,” she said.Me: I think the room is locked.She: No, it’s just closed try it and see.Me: Can you please show me? I am kinda scared to barge in some. I could see the back of her brassiere, and lower, her panties and a garter belt. I pushed the dress down over her shoulders and looked at her reflection in the mirror. Her breasts filled the bra nicely, and I smiled.“Paul, I have a date tonight,” Mom giggled.“So what? So do I, but not until seven-thirty.” I reached back and undid the clasp on her bra, then pushed it off her shoulders. She allowed it and the dress to slide to the floor. Now she was standing there, facing the mirror in only her. Choosing black seamed nylon stockings these were carefully attached to the three suspenders at the top of each leg, a backward glance in the mirror proved that once again the seams ran straight up enviably long legs. Continuing to get dressed and continuing to get turned on I reach out for a micro kilt next and that slips on nicely followed by a dark green roll neck jumper, finally putting on a pair of 4” black court shoes onto feet too large to be female.The touch, the feel, the. The wife lifts up her dress for her husband to help her out of her panties then gets on all fours on the bed twerking her butt at her Master who then rubs the tip of his prick on her vulva before sliding between her velvet sheath into her.The wife tenses as if struck by lightning.Her husband cringes from what he sees.Her Black Master groans as he thrusts his meat.The Black Master fucks the wife at a steady pace that gradually increases. He gets on the bed and the husband assists his wife with.