<b><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(247, 218, 100)">Pairing:</span></b><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(247, 218, 100)"> Cassandra<br/>
<b>Location:</b> Main Living Room<br/>
<b>Tagged: Jamal</b><br/>
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Cassie felt an urge to cover herself with her hands but instead she forced herself to stand proudly.  She  was a beautiful woman and a dutiful wife, she had nothing to be ashamed of and she wasn't going to act as if she did.  Even as she felt Jamal expertly unclasp  her bra she did not flinch and try to cover her breasts, she even lowered each shoulder as he pushed the straps down, her first act of complicity in being stripped.  She felt his strong black hands cup her breasts, she looked down, seeing the sharp contrast between her pale unblemished tit flesh and his dark black hands sent a thrill down her spine.  He teased her nipples roughly but rather than protest she moaned softly as she felt him building a fire deep in her core.  She melted back into him as he called her 'beautiful' then kissed her neck and shoulders.  <br/>
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She listened as he gave his instructions and though she didn't say a word, she turned to face him.  She stood still a moment, letting his eyes feast upon her topless form, her hands at her sides as she fought the urge to cover her breasts with her hands.  Slowly she raised her hands slightly, just to the waist of her panties, slipped her fingers inside and pushed them down.  Once past her hips and ass they fell quickly to the floor.  She reached down to retrieve them, folding them neatly as if she were in her own laundry room at home.  As she handed them to Jamal, he would see the dark wet patch on top, a symbol of her arousal at his hands.  As he took them she simply said "Yes Daddy."  </span><br/><br/><b><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(84, 172, 210)">Pairing:</span></b><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(84, 172, 210)"> Victoria<br/>
<b>Location:</b> Top of the Stairs<br/>
<b>Tagged:</b> Simon<br/>
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"...couldn't back down from."  <br/>
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Or could he.  Her slap had tripped a circuit breaker in his head and clearly she had misjudged him.  She thought quickly, should she attempt to salvage the situation or follow him downstairs to see how his spousal reunion went?  Perhaps she would sample her hosts meaty hospitality earlier than expected?  Or if his pretty little wife wasn't ready, she would be there to scoop up the husk of a man that might remain after his soul was crushed.  She sat up on the bed, smoothed her dress out and called after him.  "What if she doesn't want to leave just yet?  Have you thought this through?"  She had seen the look on Cassie's face, she wanted him to come take her away more than anything, perhaps that would be best for all involved.  But swinging wasn't exactly an itch that went away on its own, something had brought them here this night.<br/>
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She followed him to the top of the stairs where he would see his now naked wife surrendering her last vestige of modesty to their host.  Her cotton granny panties like a white flag of surrender offered to her dark conqueror.  Her dress and bra on the floor near her feet.  He would see his modest wife make no effort to cover herself as she stood naked and proud before their black host.  She clearly looked ready for whatever was to come next.  <br/>
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Victoria felt a rare moment of pity for Simon.  Standing a step above him she leaned forward and whispered into his ear.  "I'll help you, on condition I get to fuck you both before we leave here."  It was likely the best offer he was going to get, but in his state, there was no telling what he might do.  It would at least be entertaining watching him try to reclaim his now naked wife.  </span>