I’ll be quick to disapprove a lot of these myths when I say that I don’t fit into any of this stereotyped nonsense. I don’t wear doo-rags and I ...on’t slouch when I walk, and my English comes from watching too many Woody Allen movies and Bruce Springsteen albums not from smoking weed and nodding my head to Dr. Dre’s ‘The Chronic’, so I’m no ghetto. I don’t need to be ghetto to be into this. For the hubbies who’ve got this on their mind: knock it off. Life is never what you read in the magazines. And out. It hates to feel it pulled out, so empty! And in... thats right, clamp down... but you can't stop it pulling.. out... oh, oh, its gone, its gone! Your whore hole grips on nothing. Would you like it back.... _innnn_? And out... whats that? And in. ah, thats good huh? And out.. and in... its too bad you can't come from this, eh? Not many sluts can. And out, in.... But it really does keep that naughty not-so-little clit wanting, right. Out, and in, and out... regular, regular, not too. She knew that they planned to show me some of her antics from that evening, no doubt trying to provoke me into a divorce from her, or at any rate, securing her submissiveness to their impending blackmail of her.The group systematically engaged her continuously for the rest of the evening. As they started to wane more guys arrived, this time older, and seamlessly moved into position around her. Suk was becoming unresponsive until one of the guys greased her anus. She tried to get away but they. "I don't know, think me and Lynn are hitting it off, no offense Marcus," I tease not rising to the bait, as I walk around the table to pick up the last remaining plates. Marcus looked after the finances and had been since the dawn of time whilst his wife Lynn, had been receptionist for Jim for nearly as long. "No, crack on boy," chuckled Marcus, instantly receiving a playful elbow from his wife as she flashes me a warm smile. Laughter erupted again. This intimate family run business seemingly.