“I understand,” John sighed heavily. - But this trip is very important. Do you understand? In our US market, everything is already taken. Damned competition is choking. In Europe, the market is still little mastered. And then there is Russia, Asia. Need to endure this year. If everything gets better, if the business goes, we will be together and already inseparable. Me, you and our baby Emmy. Let's go all together somewhere or here we will. Only one year, dear.

Doris lay and pondered what was said. But it was thought something bad. No, no, but in front of her mind loomed a huge black member of Sam, beating the fountain of his seed. Now her bosom was filled with the seed of John. And today was a dangerous day. It is possible that on his return from Europe they will have a second child. Maybe a boy? John really wanted an heir - the successor of his business.

“Good,” Doris said at last. - Go.

- Expensive!

He hugged her, pulled her close, kissed her.

- Don `t forget about Us. Write sometimes.

- I will write every day.

They had a great time the day before John left. Were on the lake and in the forest. Emmy happily laughed when her father rode her on a horse. John noted, not without pride, how it bloomed, how beautiful Amy was. The fifteen-year-old charmer had the same blond hair and huge blue eyes framed by her long, fluffy eyelashes like her mother's. Gentle oval face and childish lips even gave the Emmy a special charm, while her slim figure was already quite developed. The border separating the girl from the girl was passed. In the evening there was a family dinner. John said referring to his daughter.

- Honey, help your mother in everything. You are now sovereign here hostess. My assistant, Harry, of course, will support you and the entire routine of managing plantations and farms will take over, since he has vast experience. But all the important decisions you take Doris, - now John looked at his wife. - You and Emmy are my prop here.

Sam and could not imagine why the hostess told him to come to her room late at night. It happened the day after Mr. John’s departure. Having washed and dressed in clean clothes, the groom entered the house, as he was ordered through a faint door, which led him out of the kitchen into the inner courtyard. Finding himself in a small room, from where he could pass into the kitchen by one corridor, and another to the storerooms, he did not immediately see that there was also a third way - a narrow ladder in a darkened corner leading to the second floor. This is what the lady said about her. Sam began to rise. The only person who saw him was Lusigna.

Watching Sam look, the black woman grinned and shook her head. As she thought from the very beginning, the hostess Doris didn’t prepare her pussy for her husband at all. True, Lusigna was expecting a visit to their villa of some neighbor, Mr. Krosma for example. Or Mr. David Talberry. Both were very sympathetic to Doris. But Sam ... Who would have guessed?

After knocking gently on the door and waiting for permission to enter, Sam did it not without inner excitement and a slight trembling in the knees. Never once had the hostess allowed him, and other slaves except Lucigny to enter her chambers.

Twilight reigned in the room. The only source of light was a small lamp filled with oil that was now standing on the bedside table. The huge semicircular bed of the hostess was barely discernible in the darkness. Yes, and Mrs. he could barely see. She stood with her back to the open window, from where she was attracted by the pleasant night coolness. Since the night was moonless today, he saw only the black silhouette of the lady against the background of the dark-purple sky.

“I'm here,” Sam said.

A voice betrayed his excitement.The hostess stirred a little, sighed.

“Good,” she said vaguely.

And also, a clear excitement in his voice.

“What will you please, Mrs. Doris?”

“Take off your clothes,” she ordered.

Sam stared at the hostess. Has he misheard? She told him ... Get undressed?

She repeated:

- Undress. Fully.

Sam was now sure that he hadn't misheard. But this did not diminish the amazement that enveloped him. And why did she need it? Sell ​​it, or something he wants? Checks if there are any flaws. But why here? And now?

However, he unbuttoned unbuttoned his shirt, took it off and took the belt of his pants. Doris came very close. Here, Sam managed, how the hostess should be considered. She entered the lighted area of ​​the room. In amazement and shock, the Negro widened his eyes even more. The young mistress was in one nightgown. But what a shirt it was! Coffee color, lace, trimmed with black fur on the bottom. And short to indecency, so that the naked, slender legs of a woman with elegant ankles and neat, beautiful feet, chiseled fingers were open to his eyes considerably ...

Oh, well above the knees!

But what's more, the shirt itself was made of a translucent slit, so Sam saw the magnificent figure of the hostess. Doris was a slender, highbrow, all such mature, ripe woman. And her breasts - full and high, clearly stood out under a thin cloth, so that as many nipples bulged out. Sam felt the delicate scent of her perfume. Blonde hair mistress cast in the light of the lamp in gold. She watched him closely. Sam saw the eyes of Doris and everything became clear to him. Otherwise, it was impossible to read such a view of a woman. She wanted him. That's what he is here for at this hour in her bedroom. Sam's cock instantly tensed, filled with strength and readiness.

The belt fell to the floor and Sam dropped his pants to his knees. The hostess sighed loudly. A huge black dick, finally released proudly heaving. Conqueror! The Conqueror!

Doris saw Sam's dignity glimpse and from afar, but even at that moment it impressed her. Now, when she stood close to Sam, when his cock was so close, the young woman was completely speechless.

To say that Doris was worried - to say nothing. Her whole, internally, just shaking. Fear, shame, and excitement mixed up in her with some kind of wild cocktail. Her cheeks were burning, between her legs was so wet that the moisture began to flow down, making her thighs, too, wet. Blood pounded in temples. The unusual, some kind of wild unreality of the situation agitated all the feelings of the young woman, her emotions and sensations.

Here, stretching out her hand, she grabbed the rebellious sledgehammer of a negro. The penis was resiliently firm, warm, almost hot and slightly pulsating with large veins. He glistened gleamingly in the ambient light of the lamp. Doris could not grip such a weapon with a ring of the thumb and forefinger. Only the whole palm. This mighty, such a living organ struck a young woman to the depths of the soul. A member of her husband, whom she considered good, did not go to any comparison.

Doris pulled off the foreskin, exposing the dark chocolate head, then touched the eggs of the negro. These were large, elastic-tight bags. What to say - Sam was a magnificent model of his race, a kind of purebred male. Imagining how this gorgeous black member will enter her, Doris, already groaned softly. Wow, how she is ready to fall. Surrender to the black slave! Shame! Shame for a woman of her class, her social status. But she wanted it against all odds. Wanted!

- Do you like me? - asked Doris.

Her soft, enveloping, slightly hoarse voice acted on a poor Negro with some kind of incomprehensible magical power.

“Yes, mistress,” he breathed.

- I see, - she smiled, embarrassed by lowering her eyes and again grabbed his penis with her hand. There was no need to ask. Negro erection was the best proof of that. But Doris asked and asked another question, the answer to which was also obvious.

- You want me?

- Yes. Oh yeah! - the black man a little grew bolder. - And Mrs. let me?

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