‘Yes, Sir, I am.’ It wasn’t even a minute and he was coming in the door I had left cracked open. I began to say ‘Hi’ as he walked in and he ...pulled a beautiful, black cock that must have been 10 inches out of his pants and said ‘Suck my cock, bitch’ as he grabbed my hair. I tried to get as much as I could down my throat, I had practiced for a long time on my dildos and other toys at home, but the thickness made it difficult.. ‘Yeah, you a good little bitch. You like that nigga dick fuckin’ your. Again Ideclined and signed off.I continued to look for a new job, but I was alwaysover qualified or not enough experience preferred bythe company. I was also doing all the housework andshopping for my wife and she was always soappreciative of my efforts. I must say that I startedto do her pantyhose once a week - this gave me a weekto inhale her scent from the worn hose. I also startedto save the ones she would discard due to runs. Thenas it seemed that I had a good schedule for homechores, I. I couldn’t help but grin, and give her a huge hard spanking for it. She then hissed at me; “Fuck me Jon!” These three little words made me feel like an adult for the first time. So I did as I was told, but not before teasing her first. I raised my mouth from her ass, stood behind her massive behind, I took my cockhead and slid it up and down her soaking pussy lips and sc****d around the hard little tip on the top of her pussy. I didn’t know the names of anything back then. But I always was a. 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 whole wrist was buried into the woman's cunt. juices running down her wrist as.