”“Fucking whore, dance.” Megyn was shaking and crying.I got to pull together, be strong but she felt so sick she could barely move.”“Look a... the bitch cry, so fucking sweet. Get that white ass moving or we will whip it for you.”One of the Black girls got up on the platform. She grabbed Megyn by the hair.“Watch me bitch, you better dance or the boys can get real ugly.”“U gotta dance like a Ghetto Hoe.”She watched the girl bend over shaking her ass wildly the turning around, cupping her. Next stop the shower, noting his wife`s wet hair. “had your shower have you?” he raised an eyebrow, at her nighty and dressing gown, a change from the usual work-things, she answered that “it was uncommon hot and baking had made her sweat a bit today,” he grinned, “ you will be tempting the boy in that get up, your still a tasty morsel young Beryl Trim,” he grinned, and a shudder ran through her, as she brushed him off saying, for him to “get along with you, he wouldn’t want an old bird like. Den Kopf in den Sand stecken wollte ich aber auch nicht. So nahm ich mir am nächsten Morgen eine Zeitung und machte mich auf Wohnungssuche.Gleich in der ersten Zeile sprang mir eine Anzeige entgegen:Mitbewohner gesucht, für eine Zweizimmerwohnung in Berlin-Mitte, vorzugsweise weiblich - 135 Euro warm pro Monat.Ich war Feuer und Flamme und rief sofort an. Gerne könne ich gleich am Nachmittag vorbeikommen, so der Vermieter.Ich zog meine feinsten Kleider an, und machte mich auf den Weg. 2 Stunden. John caught her as she weaved. What just happened, she thought. A man I never saw fucked me while my husband watched. I’m covered in jizz and stink of sex. Yet John is smiling lovingly at me. She let him guide her to her lawn chair. Gingerly she sat down.John helped his wife sit in her chair to recover. He could see her face was covered in sperm. As he looked down, he could see the pine straw clinging to her sweat covered body. And below that, he saw the frothy wetness of her cunt. It leaked.