1. African customs Part II


    Date: 1/13/2016, Categories: Fetish, Hardcore, Interracial Sex, Author: whitewifeneedsbbc, Rating: 100, Source: xHamster

    African customs Part II The Official Makes a Deal After several minutes with them just out of earshot, apparently gazing out the window, Anne turned and stood looking at me with a strange expression on her face.Before I had chance to consider the implications of this, The Official moved directly behind my wife, snaked an arm over her shoulder, and plunged a hand down the front of her blouse to blatantly fondle her breast. My head exploded, without thinking, I launched myself at him only to be brought to an abrupt halt by the tether securing my arm. I found myself face down with an almost dislocated shoulder, and shredded skin on my wrist. Anne ran forward to help me up, magically producing a small white handkerchief to dab the bl**d and then use as a rudimentary bandage round the wound. Then still squatting in front of me she said softly, &#034He says when it comes to bribery he's far more amenable to female persuasion and isn't interested in money.&#034 &#034What the hell does that mean,&#034 I snapped. &#034He wants to fuck me and I've agreed. I got us into this mess so it's up to me to get us out.&#034 &#034You can't,&#034 I pleaded, almost unable to believe what I'd heard. I felt bile sting my throat. Still speaking softly and looking directly into my eyes, Anne said, &#034Darling, the choice is either opening my legs and letting him poke his thing in me for a few minutes or for us to fester for God knows how long in an African prison. There really is no choice - David, ...
    we both know how cruel an African Prison can be. It's only intercourse. We just have to get through this and we'll be able to enjoy our holiday as if nothing had happened.&#034 &#034But how do you think I'll feel seeing him do that to you right in front of me?&#034 I objected. Left unsaid was the issue of him being a Black Man. &#034You don't have to watch&#034, she told me with far less sympathy, shifting her eyes away from mine. &#034If you don't want to see, just close your eyes.&#034 With that she got up and walked to stand by her chair. The only sound in the room, her foot steps echoing off the walls. He must have told her to undress because, without a word, Anne removed her jacket and hung it carefully on the back of the chair. Her skirt and blouse followed to be folded on the seat. She next took off her bra in a very matter of fact manner, dropped it on the seat. Her pert breasts exposed with her nipples already hard. Then, incongruously, turned to face him instead of me, as she hooked her thumbs into the sides of her panties and drew then down her lovely legs, quickly stepping out of them. These she simply let drop to the floor. There she was, naked, exposed, probably scared, in front of an African Official who's name I did not even know. Anne never had excessive pubic hair, but in readiness for wearing the extremely abbreviated swimwear, purchased specially for the holiday, she had reduced it down to almost porn star nudity, landing strip. It grieved me that he could ...
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