“I can’t believe it’s been a day and we are here,” George said.

Wayne smiled, “Come on up here, little lady. I want to feel you riding me.”

Abbey crawled up his body and guided his cock back to her cunt, slowly sinking down beside her husband. “God, this feels good,” she moaned. “So, dear, are you happy with selling me for a couple of months?”

George could help but moan at the lust in her voice, “I think it’s a deal,” he said.

Abbey shuddered, and Wayne moaned, “God, she is so hot. You are going to be so much fun. And it’s a great deal for us.”

George laughed, “I think it was a great deal for us too. She did tell you she didn’t care about the payment.”

Abbey moaned again, “I’m going to be the best black-owned breeding slut.”

Wayne kissed her firmly on the lips before saying, “Also, George, you will have to come to our Easter party. Normally it’s two grand a ticket, but I’m sure I can get you on the guest list, considering.”

Abbey was slowly riding him again as they continued to talk. She grabbed Wayne’s beer and took a mouthful. “What happens at the easter party?” she asked.

“We have a few people come around, party, hook up, nothing too serious. Oh, and some fun games. Hopefully, you will be pregnant by then. I wouldn’t want to risk you getting knocked up by some random,” Wayne said.

He sucked on her nipples for a moment, eliciting another moan from Abbey. “So, from here, the other boys will want to check you out. Frankie might come too. If they are happy, and I can’t think they won’t be, we can arrange a time. You two can come over to our place, and we can make a show of signing some paperwork, recording the first scenes of George selling you to be bred.”

Abbey shuddered again, and Wayne groaned. “Damn, does she ever clamp when she’s excited!”

George laughed, “Yeah, I know. So Wayne, staying for dinner? I can order some pizza and crack a bottle of wine. You’re not driving, right?”

Wayne laughed, “Nah, I’m meant to walk home, but damn if I won’t be walking like a cowboy with how swollen I am. Pizza sounds good.”

George grabbed his phone and took a picture of Abbey riding Wayne before ordering some pizzas. He then opened a bottle of wine, one of the nicer bottles which Abbey and he had been saving for a lovely occasion. “Pizza will be here in ten.”

Wayne and Abbey both groaned with Abbey saying, “It means I have to get dressed, doesn’t it?”

George laughed, “You are going to be recorded getting fucked every which way and uploaded to the internet. You think I care if a delivery kid sees you?”