Somewhere between not wanting to and wanting to desperately, Nanci got down on her hands and knees. - "Randy, what are you doing to do?"He laughed and...gave her tight bottom …smack… a light swat. - "I'm going to fuck you, baby, and you're going to love every second of it." -She didn't argue, but he knew there was some fear in her. And that fear had his cock nice and stiff again, ready to pound away at her pussy.He pulled her jeans and panties down, exposing her ass completely, that ass he had. Her waist looked ridiculously tiny, and the beautiful curve of her body made me almost jealous. I was still trying to get my pre-baby body back, but it was a slow process and I’d only barely started to accept that.Bean was happy to receive all the attention from the bridesmaids. Rita didn’t mind. She was rocking Bean in her arms before walking down the aisle, laughing as my daughter babbled happily. Wes came ten minutes before the wedding march to collect Bean, and then I walked down the aisle. What was happening to me? What was I doing?I waited for another email. Nothing came for a day. Finally an emailfrom Sara. I had become a slave to her. Living on each email. Today Iwas to purchase a pair of pink thigh high stockings - for me. She alsotold me to purchase a pink camisole and a pair of pink, 5 inch heelshoes. The stockings and camisole were to be purchased at a younggirl's boutique. For the shoes, I had to go to a stripper's boutiqueacross town and actually try on the shoes before. I took the 7 thousand to the bank and paid our mortgage up to date and I bought a used piece of shit car for my new job delivering pizzas. Now I at least had something to do and making a bit more money was nice. What sucked was that I had an MBA and used to be a production manager for one of the largest snowmobile and jet-ski manufacturers in the world to now be out delivering pizzas. That was more shameful than being called a sissy while a black man fucked my wife or sucking cum out of her.