’ I leaned over and got her feet into the openings and helped them up her legs. She wiped and stood up unsteadily. The briefs fit fine and she smile... at me. ‘Would you like some breakfast?’ She nodded and we made our way to a kitchen stool. I put a glass of juice in front of her and started water for soft boiled eggs. It was Sunday morning and I could relax for a few hours until a job at four in the afternoon in the suburbs for a garden party. It seemed to be drying up outside and the client’s. A loud female scream came from the television speakers, then choking sounds. Blood started to flow to the men's penises. The female screams caused excitement to stir throughout their bodies. Tyrone looked at the men and knew they were getting all worked up. He knew that he had chosen the right group. The video now showed a young white girl fighting for her life. She was surrounded by a gang of black men. The girl was a mess. It looked like she had been used for a while. Her mascara was running. .. she could have sworn that once or twice his eyes had betrayed a desire for her, but it was unlikely to lead anywhere.Whenever she hinted at her sexuality - the restraints and gags that really turned her on, or how being ordered around in bed aroused her so much - he seemed to be adverse to the idea of trying any of these things. He said he didn't want to hurt her. While the sentiment was very sweet, his misconceptions about what she enjoyed were also frustrating. She had tried to explain. ”“Uh well, I don’t think it’s such a good idea ... I mean, you coming over to our house.”“Why not?”“Well uh, my wife said she would rather not see you ever again.”“She did?”“Yes.”“What do you want?”“I want what my wife wants.”“Your wife wants my fat cock in her cunt. You heard what she said.”“Yes, I did, but that was under ... some unusual circumstances. She has changed her mind.“No she hasn’t, and neither have you. She still wants me to fuck her and so do you.”“No, no. She told me last night.