This time Jamal did not take any time to get behind my sweet wife and start pumping her pussy.The audio was great and I could hear them talking:“You...are so sexy...babe... your pussy is so sweet” “Oh, yes, Jamal, so big. It feels so good.”I watched as he pulled her hair and used his giant muscled body to push his huge dick even deeper into her wet and stretched cunt. “Oh, yes… I am going to cum...”. She was gasping for air as she exclaimed her pleasure.Then I saw her back arched and she threw. What they now face is no fault of their own, and they were unaware. Anything we decide will remove the taint of their father’s or husband’s dishonor.”When she paused for a breath, I suggested, “There were many children who these men had sexually abused, disfigured, tortured, and who suffer horrors none should face. I’ve had dealings with these types of people. If these men did as others do, their victims are, or soon became, orphans with no one searching for them. They did nothing wrong. I know. These family get togethers weren't formal by any means, but Mom alwaysinsisted that we look nice. Austin looked irritated by the collar of thepolo shirt he had been forced into wearing, but I found myself happy tobe wearing a nice sundress instead. Okay, so it was pink, but I didn'treally mind. Mom thought it would help to reinforce who I now was.Dad rang the doorbell. Girlhood certainly had its benefits. Dad washolding a crock pot full of something my mom had cooked, and Austin had acake in. ..And I brought something for you to wear. Lift up your dress.” She was by now so habituated to doing what I told her that she automatically reached for the hem of her dress. Then she hesitated, caught between two self-images: the elegantly dressed future teacher who would soon be addressing an audience of parents of the grade-school children she saw every day, and the sexual submissive who thought of herself as my property and deliberately sought humiliation at my hands. She had so far been.