Before this I had never been actually on the pool with her and had always wondered why she never got in. She stood at the shallow end looking nervous,..."how do you do that" she Suddenly said. I turned and looked at her confused "just swim?" I said slightly chuckling. "how?" she said looking down into the water, again I turned and looked at her this time even more confused, "you don't know how to swim?" I asked, "No" she admitted looking embarrased. For about ten minutes I tried demonstrating but. The back of the chair dug into her tummy and the tip of her nipples scraped across the rough textile fabric that covered the wing chair. A rope was tied to the ring in the collar he had buckled around her soft skinned neck. The rope was looped around the front chair legs, and when it was pulled tight, she was forced to rise up on her tip toes to relieve the strain.After Holly was secured to the green print chair, Art moved around the room disabling all the windows, so that all the people. He wanted to fuck my sexy wife…That same day, her Boss asked her to join Purnell in his hotel, to pick up some papers he had forgotten there.Once there, the black bastard offered her to have a quick look at the view from his room.As soon as Anita turned her back and looked through the window, the black guy dropped his trousers and stood there with his black cock hanging down. My wife gulped, saying it was a nice piece…Purnell offered her to touch it if she liked.He warned her they had a full. ...He knew where he was going...this man knew my house…Then he pulled me into my bedroom.He threw me onto the bed, making me bury my face into the bed sheets until I stopped struggling. He pushed his body full on me. The pressure was almost unbearable.He did not say a word. It got me scared in a whole new way...I heard the tinkle and clink of his belt and the zip being pulled. Then I knew he was really going to fuck me…His hand settled on my shoulder as his other guided his dick to me. He.