I'd never worn panties before but I was surprised at how snugly theyfit, but somehow they didn't look right. Why was that? I asked myself.Obviously,...stupid! They were designed for a woman to wear! I waswearing something that wasn't designed for me to wear. Was that it orwas it that bulge in the middle that looked like a tent pole and whichwas soout of place in a woman's panties? Women didn't have those typeof bulges in their panties did they? It was ruining the shape of mypanties.It was. There on the screen was my wife’s face, covered in cum and on the right side, just beside her nose, I could see His massive black cock resting lightly on her face.Even though I had just cum, the image drove me crazy! I dropped her phone, grabbed my wife by both of her hips and started slamming into her squishy cunt.“That’s it, Honey” she said, with a noted hint of what could only be described as condescension, “Do it! Fuck ME! Take back what is yours….” She was now practically yelling out:. She managed to stay on the seat, her ass sliding this way and that. After a wild ride of about twenty minutes, the car screeched to a halt in front of a non-descript brick building. The driver hopped out and opened her door. Angie got out of the backseat of the town car and staggered towards the front door of the building. Man, it's hard to walk on these three inch heels, never mind the 'roller coaster' ride we had on the way here.The driver took her elbow and helped Angie up a short set of. In its place was a mask of cold rage that showed nothing, revealed nothing of who he was or how he felt. It was the face of a man who would do anything and not care, no matter how much carnage he left in his wake.But his eyes were so much worse.Black but for the smallest slit of red down the middle that I could scarcely make out only because they were focused on me. Eyes gone dead, without the slightest hint of recognition. But still, they were beautiful."Talon?" I breathed hesitantly, hoping.