J smiled at me and told me what a fantastic gurl I was, that I belonged to him and George and would be spending the rest of my life with them dressed ...s a whore. I slowly got up. I was trembling and my legs were sore from being spread apart and over my head. I still had my stilettos on but my panties had been ripped off and thrown at the side of my head. My stockings were torn and I looked into the bedroom mirror. My make up was streaming down my face and my red lipstick smeared around my. He was serious this time so I headed home to wait.I came home and thought about getting naked as I usually do but his message didn’t say to get naked. I tried to send a text message to ask but still I wasn’t getting anything back. I decided to stay clothed. I went upstairs and got the belt and for good measure my butt plug. He always liked spanking me with my butt plug and I figured if I could turn it sexy that maybe he would back off from whatever his intentions were from the belt. I sat on. Then I plugged on a set of headphones. Now I could hear more details."Is this what you wanted, white slut?" He asked softly.“Yes… “. Ana moaned."Is this what you have come for?" He insisted."Yes" She moaned again very softly…As I poured over the video for a third time, phone buzzed and loaded up another video.This was longer, just about five minutes. She was still sitting in the same position; her thighs still well open apart. The camera swung around wildly as the black fingers reached out and. In those days, Ellen was the complete package -- smart, caring, gorgeous (in a Playboy centerfold way) and passionate. In some ways more passionate than me, labouring as I was under the weight of my prudish upbringing. I'd had no idea at the time just how good I had it.It wasn't that way anymore in 2004. We seemed to be drifting apart. Ellen's caring had seemed to shift to the kids, her passion toward her career. I was becoming increasingly worried about our future together -- if indeed there.