I grabbed the tree at the far end and tried to pull it but the weight of it was too much for me. It wouldn't budge. I bore down harder but again no mo...ement."Wow, it's heavy! What can we do?" I'll get it ma'am. Give me a minute."I bent a bit lower, gritted my teeth and pulled as hard as I could. The tree moved slightly, maybe an inch. I kept pulling, digging in my heals, using all my strength. The tree began to slide and as it gained a certain momentum I was able to keep it going until it. Seeing this as an opportunity to implement the final stage of their plan to transform my wife into a true cock whore, one of the guys who is a tattoo and piercing artist went out to his car and returned with a huge duffle bag. Removing his tools of trade from the bag, the guy began tattooing my wife while Jimmy and Greg held her in place.Being so drunk and fucked out, my wife barely felt the tattoo needle inscribing across her lily-white ass the words, ? BLACK COCK SLUT? in bold, black. Next evening, she confronted me about my mood and me ignoring her. I initially brushed it off, but she didn’t let it go. Then I couldn’t stop myself from venting out my suspicions.Firstly, I asked her about that particular visit of her’s to Rakesh/Anjali’s house and her spending time with Rakesh in Anjali’s absence. She tried to raise her voice on me and counter-questioned me that didn’t I promise I will cut all ties-off with Rakesh? But I told her to just answer the question. She didn’t have. The School Week had begun. Monday Evening’s Erotic Discussion ‘Oh, Randy,’ Jennie said, ‘I’m so tired tonight, could we please not make it too long?’ she asked tiredly. Besides, shouldn’t you be resting up for Friday night, ‘Jennie wearily teased him. Randy looked into the tired blue eyes of the beautiful blonde female he had married and still was so crazy about. ‘Sure, darling,’ Randy said soothingly, ‘Maybe we can just talk for a few minutes maybe ‘do it’ real quick, then go right to sl**p.’.