"This morning, Shahia got a message from Hassan that the department had come to take him and Alyssa away, and that they had escaped and were hiding in...the school. Chris asked Malcolm, Geno, and I to run with him to the school. There was a police car there, so Chris asked Geno to disable it and create a distraction, while we rescued the kids from their hiding place. Chris broke into the school and got Hassan and Alyssa, but two adults tried to stop them, so we stood in the way and dragged them. It was like that, then, for a while, my wife moaning, the guy grunting, hips slapping against the backs of her ass cheeks, the jiggle of two real, normal, healthy humans above this slave faggot, warm mouth on my cock. I never wanted it to end.But then it did start to end. I could tell. His sac started flexing, and his thrusts grew stronger. He pushed into my wife harder, and she started to fall forward a little. She pulled her head off my cock and her forearms buckled and she rested her cheeks. He pushed some more. I felt below where my asshole should of been, but it was being taken over by his monster cock. It turned me on so much. My pussy was opening up by my brother stretching me out. Damn. It was like two soda cans stacked on one another. Well, that’s a little much, but, I’m just trying to make a point.I think I orgasmed from the pain that felt so good, when the head of his cock passed my rim. The feeling of “making it” came over me. I kept watching as a fraction of an inch. “One time, with your father and two others, I came so many times, I lost track after twelve, and I did pass out. But they just kept going, Your father said I was conscious and mumbling gibberish and screaming, but I didn’t remember any of it. You couldn’t wipe the smile off my face for a week after that.” “Well, Holly I guess we have our work cut out for us,” I said. “I guess we’ll figure this whole thing out later, for now we can use my existing skills,” I said. “She’s the one sampling the.