Dewey finally meets the Master's wife, and instantly falls in love with the ebony goddess. This makes his degradation in front of her all the more humiliating. And his Master reveals the next step in his diabolical plan to make the white boy's wife his slave, as well. Though Dewey continues to submit to his Master's will, he begins to test the boundaries in an attempt to pleasure his new Mistress any way he can. SAMPLE: Three minutes in, Alexus let out a long, soulful moan, and her pussy released its warm, lubricating nectar. Dewey had never tasted anything so delicious in all his life. It was less salty, and far sweeter, then his Master's baby-batter. The little white slave lapped it all up, even the bit that had made it as far as her taint. and "Careful, there, and " Alexus said as she pushed back on his head. and "Stay away from my asshole. I don't like that butt stuff. and " Dewey nodded that he understood, and went back to pleasuring her beautiful snatch. He hit another sweet spot, and she simultaneously pushed up with her groin, and pushed his head deeper into her with her hand. Martel took note, and pounded his slave's hot boy-cunt harder, out of jealousy. If it was supposed to punish his slave, it had the opposite effect. Dewey felt so amazing at that moment. His Master was giving him a good, solid fucking in his ass that sent wave after wave of pleasure through his body. And his face was buried deep in the hot, wet pussy of one of the most beautiful creatures he had ever seen. And he was about to make both of them come. Could life be any better? He almost didn't want his wife to become involved. He wanted to keep these two all for himself. But that wasn't what the Master wanted. And so Dewey continued his gentle assault on his Mistresses' clitoris. And Martel continued his assault on Dewey's asshole. Now his Master was pounding him harder and faster, and his Mistress was grinding her snatch into his face harder and harder. Frequently her pubic bone was mashed against his nose, cutting off his air supply. As his mouth was always busy and full, he had to rely on the times when her bucking would free his nasal passages to suck in, or expel, as much air as possible, and wait out until his next chance. Dewey could feel another orgasm coming on. And from the way he was being pounded, he was fairly certain that Martel was close as well. He had no frame of reference for his Mistress, but he was fairly certain that she was close, too. And so it was, that Martel slammed his hips hard into Dewey's ass. With a loud and "fuuuuuuck! and " he let loose with a heavy load of man-juice into his back door. That huge lunge forward drove Dewey's face just that much harder into his Mistresses sweet spot, which pushed her over the edge. Dewey suddenly found his mouth being flooded with her come. He didn't even know there was such a thing, but it was amazing. Like her lubrication that had come before, it was sweet and not so salty, but there was so much more of it. And now Dewey was coming as well. It was all the little man could do to keep upright, and not collapsed in a heap on the bed. Initially, Alexus had been forcing her slave's face harder onto her clitoris, but now the orgasm had become so intense, that she let go his head and raised her entire midsection off of the pillow in an attempt to get away from the assault of his tongue. She thought that her heart was going to explode, it was beating so hard. Martel was fucking and coming, coming and fucking. Without her pussy to hold his face in place, it dropped slightly, and Dewey found himself eying her sweet, puckered asshole, that she had just lifted up in front of him. He couldn't help himself and, extending his tongue, he pierced her little chocolate rosebud with it.