I did what was required of me and as I left the room Sabrina planted a big kiss on my lips in a way that said “This is from an unmanned email addres.... Do not reply.” I didn’t, but that is not to say it didn’t register with me. A kiss is a kiss, as the Casablanca song almost goes, although I don’t think the writer had this scenario in mind.I didn’t see her for a few days after that, but one night when I was off, I spotted her in a bar just along the road. She was with one of the chefs, anther. The reaction blew my mind.With Cindy sitting there patting her crotch the dog reappeared. “Good boy Tyson” my wife said and then squealed as the dog zeroed in on her crotch. “Oh God, that feels so good” she muttered. The same thing she would say when I licked her pussy. She spread her legs wider and began to moan. Robin sitting opposite was staring as was I. I wasn’t believing what I was seeing. My wife was engaging in oral sex with a dog. How could this happen? Cindy was fondling her breasts.. It gives the illusion of the head of a dick moving in and out. She asked quietly, "What the fuck is that?" He smiles and explains it is connected to his phone, and each time someone likes his post it will cycle up and down slow for 1 minute. They sit silently and stare at each other waiting on the food to be delivered. She has said nothing but now has both hands palm down flat on the table with a troubled look on her face. Once the food is on the table she starts eating but has to keep butting. And I was in over my head.I was at her mansion for two weeks. I never got out of my maid'suniforms. I cooked and I cleaned, and at night, she locked me away. Shedragged the submission out of my soul.On Thursday, the doorbell rang, and I scurried to get it. At the doorwas Jamaal Lucas, one of my old football teammates. He entered, then hedid a double take."That you, Rhino?" he said.I bowed my head. "Yes, sir," I said."Well, aren't you the pretty one?" he said. "I always knew theresomething about.