'Without a doubt', I replied, 'I look forward to you inside me again soon'.I now looked into the room again. Debs was not longer the subject of wholly... female attention. She was laying across the dining table, still in suspenders and heels, her legs splayed and a sturdy looking cock, slamming in and out of her lovely cunt. her head was tilted to one side where she was avidly sucking on a cock. The older woman who had been lapping her juices earlier was now nipping at Debs tits and my wife's. She had wanted to serve, to give herself to a Master for as long as she could remember. Although she was concerned about a cruel Master, worried about an ugly unfit Master, the tide of fortunes had now reversed and it was she who now thought it would cruel if this man before her were not to be her Master. She so wanted to please him, to delve into his mind and think on his behalf to anticipate his needs and service him unlike any other before her.He was tall and dark with a natural bearing. Ebony's dark black hair flowed down her back. Her complexion was dark, her cheekbones wide, and her tits were heavy, yet firm, standing as if inflated, and capped by huge, brown nipples. From her slender waist, her hips spread out generously and her legs were shapely and unblemished. Ebony's ass was high and muscular, the sort of driving, churning ass that seemed to have been designed for fucking the massive shemale cocks on the Island. Ebony bit her lip in suspense, watching Vantha's cock. I assured him that I was pure as the falling snow – and to make sure he believed me I used an old Italian trick I read about in a book. I took a small vial of chicken blood to bed with me on our wedding night and spotted the sheets with it. Don had sundered my hymen with his unauthorized entry, but in my heart I was still a virgin. So, I was deceitful, but the ends justify the means, don't they? It was in the interest of becoming the perfect Christian wife – a Sunday school teacher and helpmate.