One of the men was a member of my “so-called” security crew, who had been told that if he helped to hold me down that he would be paid twice the a...ount of his daily fee. He agreed as I struggled to pull myself up and get away. The guy with his cock out got punched and fell to the side as more men pushed into the throng as they saw me prone on the floor, my on leg being held by someone under the pile. Another African male dove on top of me and he looked down into my face as he slid up between my. That was... um... just what I needed." The bothlaughed. Mack decided out loud, "That new outlook is going to come inhandy now, when we deal with the last item for tonight. Complaint #4 isthat I have sex with your wife too often." He chuckled nastily at whathe was about to say. "So now I'm going to start having sex with BOTH ofyou. What do you think about that, Nancy?" I quivered at the thought ofthat ultimate degradation but then remembered that I was expected tofeign an upbeat reaction.. "It seemed only fair.The next few months I tried to write but I couldn't, I rarely went outand when I did the night clubbing and womanizing was perfunctory. Andrewinsisted I contact him through letter rather than email, phone, Skype orany other modern way. He said he wanted this to be perfect and romantic.The letters helped me a little, my writers block started to dissipate, Ifelt as though I was in love for the first time ever. The mental imageof that goddess emerging from the bathroom was. Here she was, sitting half-dressed on the couch between her husband of six years and a gorgeously well built and exceedingly suave male escort. They were all sipping drinks and courteously discussing the weather as if what was about to happen were a normal, everyday occurrence. Her heart was beating madly, her panties were soaked in anticipation, and yet it all seemed so terribly unreal. It was all her idea, of course. “I want you to watch me fuck another man,” she’d casually whispered over.