With it in hand, she pulled her suitcase behind her as she climbed the stairs to the second floor and entered the second room along the corridor. The ...oom was fairly furnished: a small bathroom greeted her on the right and a double bed opposite a small T.V just past that. The room was small though, and there existed only one small window and a few drawers otherwise. She found nothing in the drawers so she threw her case onto the bed and went to look in the bathroom. The simplest of appliances. “That was lovely, Raka. John, do you want to hold our son for a little while?”“Yes, please, Noma. Do you have any preference as to what I should name him?”“As long as you give him a name with power, I will be happy, John.”“Then how about Enzo? That is a version of a name that used to mean ‘ruler of his home’ in my old world. Does that fit your requirement?”“Wonderful! My boy will rule his home?”“His home, or his land, or his tribe; the meaning can adapt to any of those.”“It is a good choice, my. Having done so, I wordlessly turned and left you standing in the grocery store with our forgotten baskets of groceries.That was this afternoon. Right now, you shudder once as the door swings open and I step in."Well, look who we have here." I close the door behind me. "I wondered if you were whore enough to willingly go to a stranger's room and wait to get a fucking."As I undress, I continue. "I sure hope you like it rough because that's what you are going to get today." I put my right hand on. I sat there admiring my whore wife kissing another man, knowing she was relishing in his lips on hers, their tongues working into each others mouths, nipping and biting one another until Carmen pulled back and moved off to the side of Brian. I watched as she caressed her top and tits for him, "You like my fuckin' tits?" she asked him "Oh baby" he started "They are so fuckin' beautiful" he added and he reached up to grab hold of one tit and started squeezing it hard. Carmen moaned out in.