I had no idea what he would do next. Still more silence.Then he quietly called me a whore. How could I possibly do that? With our son? He always knew ... was twisted ... but this? More silence. Hubby then took his hand from between my thighs. He brought it to my face and smeared our son's semen all over my mouth. If I hadn't felt overwhelmed with guilt and remorse, I might have enjoyed this gesture. But not this way. He repeated that I was a whore. A filthy one. More silence. Then, as unexpected. His lips continued to press against her, smothering her in his delicate kisses as his free hand then moved towards her vagina, letting his hands roll across the soft skin and then brushing back upwards, stopping himself from entering her. He was quite aroused at this point but refused to act, letting his hands take the lead and his hand continued to roll across her flesh and stroking her seductively…her eyes opened from the kisses and he saw that he could no longer delay and he moved his hands. He pointed down, and the girl knelt gracefully. He pointed to the fly of his trousers, and the girl reached for the zipper when Helena spoke up.“Stop,” she told the girl. Umiwama froze. Igazi turned his head toward her as the two guards flipped off the safeties on their weapons. “Unless you want your friends with the guns to start making out, I think I’ve given you a sufficient demonstration. You can humiliate the girl on your own time. Let’s get back to our business.”“As you wish, Contessa,”. " "Explains what?" Jody asked. "Your body, it's remarkable. Do you still do gymnastics?" I interjcted. "No, I broke my ankle and it hasn't been 100% since." Wendy started to massage my right leg, her strong hands probing the muscle so deliciously. She squirted some baby oil on Jody's hand and told him to work my left thigh. He sure remembered something from his training and soon I was practically purring. Wendy complimented him on his technique then asked him if he thought I had.