part17
by Fetish Review Blogcunt,” Anna answered.
Jim was paralyzed. His emotions were out of control; yet his cock was rock hard
and sticking out at a ninety degree angle.
Anna spreads her long legs even more. She prys her sex apart and mocking him
again asks her husband, “Do you like my pink pussy Jim. HE liked my
pussy…..Don’t you want to suck my pussy ? Suck my pussy and I will tell
you….. You want to hear about it don’t you ? DON’T YOU ?”
Jim, unsure of his emotions finally got up off the bed and walked from the
bedroom with his wife’s panties still in his hands.
His wife laughed as he departed their bedroom. She let her index finger tease
her clit….. She then put on a fresh pair of panties and slipped on a tight
pair of jeans. Since her breasts still felt sensitive she decided to forego a
bra. Putting on a white cotton shirt she buttoned the front and slipped on a
pair of tennis shoes.
She re-entered the kitchen and busied herself with the preparation of supper.
Jim informed her that their eighteen year old daughter Alicia had called and
would not be home for supper. The menu was simple; broccoli cheese soup and
salad. The man and wife had just sit down to supper when the door chime rang.
Agitated, Jim got up and walked to the door. He opened the door without seeing
who was on the other side. It would be only his first mistake of this
evening……….
Jerome Bettis brusquely walked by the startled husband. He walked into the
kitchen and stood smiling at his startled assistant. Anna merely looked at the
unwelcome intruder… She could not speak. Her husband walked up behind the
muscular black man and asked him a simple question, “May I ask who you are ?”
Smiling Jerome turned to the befuddled husband. “Maybe your wife would like to
tell you who I am,” he stated.
Anna had dropped her gaze into the hot soup in front of her. She now looked up
and seen the puzzlement in her husband’s dumb founded face. “This is my new boss
Jim,” she softly said.
Her husband’s dull facial expression turned to one of apprehension.
Jerome turned to Anna’s husband and smugly asked, “Aren’t you going to invite me
to supper Mr. Belvoir ?”
Jim, somewhat befuddled simply stated, “Why of course….”
Mr. Jim Belvoir and his wife Anna were very anxious as the muscular black man sit
down at their table.
…End of the part17. To be continued..