" What do I have to do to make you believe me?" You need evidence." What do you mean?" I'll only believe you if you go into Wayne's house and take a p...cture of the girl."Sherwin was kind enough to give me five spy cameras. They were small lipstick-sized cameras with lenses on one side and a small antenna on the other side. A long-lasting battery inside the camera insured it would operate non-stop for over thirty years. The images the camera received were transmitted to a television in my. I had taken my laptop to the states and on it I had photographs of Amanda and I in happier times, some nights my heart would feel heavy at the loss, but I never let it show in my few emails to Amanda, I had been in the states about 5 months when I received a email from Susan saying how worried she was about Amanda it seemed she had lost a lot of weight and was in trouble keeping on top of her job so much so that she had been forced to take some leave to sort herself out. Susan begged me to be. Glad he couldn’t smell her, either: her whorish aroma billowed up from her nether regions and the cloth seat of her chair would need replacing before she could ever let anyone else sit in it again. What the hell was she going to do? The submission deadline for the story was in two days, but it was the weekend and she couldn’t possibly get half-naked photos mailed to him in time… not that she had even considered doing such a thing. Not even for a sweaty, cunt-spasming moment! And Victoria’s. The man was enjoying himself. After a while, he made my mother and I kiss a french kiss. Then, he joined and made it a threesome kiss. He told me to bend over the bed and ordered my mom to blindfold me and then lie down on the bed, so I would lick her pussy.After what seemed like ages, I felt something slippery slide inside my ass. The man was lubing it up.Wow, I thought to myself. This feels good. Just this morning, I was out. Now I am getting fucked by this big black man.Without a warning, I.