I know he wanted to fuck me while I made his wife cum.We created a fantasy where I was their droopy-titted maid and sex slave, with my head shaved so ... could wear a wig of tight gray curls some times and and a wig of pigtails others, or maybe one of long dark hair to drape across their skin, wearing vibrators as I cleaned house in a sexy topless French maid uniform and heels. I’d stop whatever I was doing at the slightest hint of their desire for me and fulfill it in whatever depraved way I or. To say I was scared would be an understatement.I had horrible images going through my head of what they wanted and what they were going to do to us. The biggest one at least partially answered me; he unzipped his trousers and pulled out his cock. One thing I hadn’t realised because of the ski masks and gloves, they were all black. I was about to be raped by four black guys. He just stepped up between my spread thighs and forced himself into me in one thrust, if I wasn’t wet from my husbands. I should probably identify him further.Curtis Potter is the sheriff of Clark County, in the great state of Nevada.We had already explained that we were on our way to take Caitlin home after her visit to me. I was a little worried about the condoms. I was sure Mable had told him about that. I had no idea what the age of consent was in Nevada, but that wasn't the big problem. The big problem was that I wasn't willing to lie to him about our relationship. And that information, plus the information. It was pretty quite, then I popped up without thinking, “Man, that Maynard, I could tear his shit up”. All three looked at me, with no response. I just muttered a 'fuck', and went on with “Dustin, you need to get ur butt upstairs now. “Ahhh Matthew, please let me stay” “Nope—close to your bedtime anyway” “Ahhh com'on” almost screaming. “Now look—I told you you could have that milk shake if you didn't act like a lil punk—now com'on” I grab him by the arm and start pulling him up the.