Then they moved to the floor, right there on that ornate patterned rug. The sissy laid back and spread her legs wide, lifting them up toward the ceiling in the most vulnerable position possible. The Black man knelt between her thighs, his muscular frame towering over her smaller body. I could see everything from where I was hiding - the way her pale skin contrasted against the dark rug, the black lingerie framing her body, the silver necklace glinting at her throat. She looked up at him with this mixture of anticipation and submission, her short dark hair spread around her head. He placed his strong hands on her thighs, spreading her further, preparing to claim her completely. The sheer obscenity of what I was witnessing - a man in lingerie offering himself so completely to another man - should have made me look away, but instead I found myself stepping closer, my heart pounding in my chest, unable to resist watching what would happen next...