The link was Mom's name. It was headed, "NOW YOU SEE HER SHAME AND PUNISHMENT."My heart skipped a beat. On the front page of the first site in English..., was a photograph of My Mom, topless, her bare breasts all swollen and clamped at their roots slightly by black metal rings, the titties all up red and distended. She was flanked by two men, their hard veiny cocks held inward to her face, and her face showed fear and shock as she looked pleadingly at the camera. On the second page was a moving. She turned me back around, not pressing hard against me like before. She smiled and, looking me over. She took a step back and turned her back to me. I watched Danielle slowly pull her black, tight shorts down, revealing her own bare ass. She told me hers was made for black dick too. Her butt was gorgeous, so sexy. I asked her what the hell she wanted, why was she telling me this. Facing me again, she said TJ as her answer. She wanted him, she wanted every single black man she saw. Danielle. “Hi, my name’s Daisy. I own this studio. You two are definitely not students here and you two definitely don’t need lessons.” She placed her arms around our waists and guided us away from the dance floor, to a secluded seating area outside the offices. The three of us sat down on a tiny leather sofa, with Daisy sitting between us, her short skirt sliding up her thighs as she settled back against the cushions. Clarisse had worn a mini sweater dress that double zipped up the front and clung to. At lunchtime, my wife rang me and said the two guys had rung her and asked for a repeat performance and was I happy for her to arrange it? I said I was and it was arranged for the Friday evening. Friday soon arrived and it was arranged for the two guys to come straight to the house. They arrived at seven thirty, laden with bottles of wine and beer. We were all getting to know one another better and the drinks were flowing well. One of the guys asked my wife if she liked to be spit-roasted. I.