"Oh Godddddd,' She whimpered, as he continued ripping into her ass.After a couple of minutes of hardcore ass fucking, my wife finally in the last stag... of complete submissive pleasure and close to orgasm, asked, "John baby, do you like watching me get filled with black dick?" It's fucking hot," I admitted."You like your wife being an ass fucking nigger slut?" she asked, clearly trying to shock me."I love it," I nodded.Trent grabbed her hair and ordered, "Focus on me, slut. I want to see you. Kim is thrusting the vibrator into her now dripping snatch as fast as she could, the desire inside of her so great she can only moan in torment as something tries to push it out of the way. She pushes back and moans as her vibrator is pushed away again, only to be replaced with a tongue eager to explore her depths. Gasping, she drops the vibrator onto the floor, her hands now grasping the head of whoever is giving her all this pleasure. She moans again and pulls the head even tighter in. "Send for the doctor and the Marshal."Turning back to Jackson he asked, "Why? Why did you send those men?"Jackson coughed up some blood. "You and Gallagher there were killing Allison's chances to be elected Governor. I wanted to scare you so you'd be quiet." Do you work for Allison? Are you related to him? I don't understand why you'd send men after us," Josh said puzzled."Oh hell, I'm not gonna make it am I?" Jackson asked."You're gut shot Jackson. It don't look good," Dillon answered. He had. I did not have time to call the police and have them take half an hour to get into place. I had been told any interference or delay would result in the hostage's execution. I knew I could never live with that, so I had no choice except to go to the meeting immediately. On the way I called the Reverend Archer. It was a huge coincidence, that the Reverend was visiting a building just a block from the meeting. No one believes in them, but if they didn't exist, the word coincidence would not exist.