While she quit the escort service almost immediately, it was a year before she and Angie decided to commit to each other.When I arrived at their home ...a nice cottage in the suburbs), I was warmly welcomed, told to take my shoes off, guided to a very comfortable Laz-E-Boy and handed a drink. During the course of the evening I found out that they were equal partners in just about everything. It turned out Angie was into soccer as much as Lissa was into basketball and they each played the other's. Face to face with thecamera she is ordered to look directly into the lens. Dark long lashesfan her eyes as she blinks rapidly and in those eyes was the mixture offear, shame, terror and anxiety. 'Focus bitch!' He growls. Her eyes immediately widen. The imagerapidly fades away from the camera as the masked man shifts position …… Her eyes were perfect, the way they expressed fear.Mark could almost smell her terror, and wanted to reach out to begin strokingher face, but with gloved hands so. His eyes strayed to the fat envelope sitting on the desk next to him, surrounded by pictures. He checked his watch. It was nearly 1 AM local time, therefore it WAS Christmas. He decided to postpone his present until he had taken a shower.Still, he stretched out his hand and ran his fingers over the thick oversize envelope while he studied his pictures. There were three of them. On the left was one of Lisa and he on their honeymoon, standing on the beach. On the right was one just of Lisa. He. He pushed the top of her chest flat against it, then spread her legs and pulled her hips back and downward, making her squat uncomfortably, ass and cunt exposed and open, offering her backside to anyone who wanted it, face pressed hard against the wooden post, big titties hanging free. I looked at my wife there, completely naked, tattooed and spread open in the middle of a crowd of over a hundred men and women and started stroking my cock. I wanted to be there, to be the first to fuck her up.