Thats exactly what it was, MAGIC. I have been fucked with some really big toys and Mike never seems to know. And Mike is definitely the stereotypical ...HITE BOY. Hes probably about five inches. Sometimes I want to yell for him to stick that lil cock in my big black ass, where it belongs but he can never know that side of me. He wouldnt understand. Anyway, My pussy shrinks right back to its original size. When the urge to pee became too great, I stood watching my body in the mirror , opened my. “That long?” I thought it’d been longer.“She ever … mention it?”“No. Why?” I looked at him.His face was flushed. He shrugged. “Just wondering.”I sipped my beer. He sipped his. Another few moments passed.Chris said, “Do you think … would she … would you … do you all want to … I don’t know … try again?”I looked at him. I didn’t say anything. He was looking at my wife, glancing from her to me kinda furtively. “You want to fuck my wife, Chris?” I asked.He took a big drink from his bottle, wiped his. She doesn’t say a thing. I catch a tiny moment of panic in her eyes as she suppresses a giggle. To laugh now would be a disaster.The Bitch storms from the room and my wife follows in her wake, giving me a grateful look as she does. She knows that this was for her, that we’ll both suffer a bit for it, but at least we’re fighting back.Together.The next night is Chicken Parmesan.I chose it on purpose because it rivets me to the stove for much of the evening. And the Bitch is a little wary of. It was difficult for many reasons, but the most pressing problem at the moment were the high heels. That and the fact that she was blindfolded . . . and her hands were tied behind her back. Whatever the main problem was, the entire situation made it difficult. The twins were masters at pushing her buttons, but now she was beginning to think they were going too far. They had stripped her down, tied her hands behind her back, and made her wear the high heels before showing her the 20-pound.