In fact, I received several and a link to her ‘cloud’ account. I opened the emails first. There were images of my wife in what I can only describe...as surrounded by cock, black and white and all belonging to much younger men grinning as they fucked her every hole and spurted jets of cum over her face, tits and body. She looked at the camera in some of the images and looked like the dirty little slut she really is, enjoying every moment. In one image she was impaled on the most enormous black. Don't touch that!"He squeezed her buttocks at that point, as if making a statement. "Why, you've known me your entire life, Pat."And in that particular moment, I became her and she became me as our cries echo from deep within our souls.I woke up screaming bloody murder this morning. Talk about nightmares. I thought this qualified as the worst nightmare I've ever had. It was bad enough that he was in my dream, to have sex with him, even in a dream was the most terrible thing. I didn't think. I've thought all along that it was Regina Raewho was controlling everyone and that Debbie was pulled along as muchas I was."Carla interrupted me, "Oh, don't get me wrong Lee Anne. Regina Raewas in charge of nearly everything that happened. She did all of thescheming that trapped you. What I'm saying is that once the ball wasrolling, Debbie was as into it as Regina Rae. Believe me, she eagerlyembraced everything Regina Rae suggested." That's what I don't get Carla," I replied. "If Debbie was. I didn't read the instructions properly andI haven't brought anything suitable. I really don'tknow what I'm going to do.'Nicole lifted my suitcase onto a stand and opened it.'Oh, I think this will be perfect,' she said.She held up a long black dress with a scoop neckline,and a long slit up the side. Fortunately, she wasgazing at the dress rather than at me, so she didn'tsee my jaw gape open.'It's beautiful,' she continued, 'it'll be perfect.Do you have anything else?'How the hell did I know? On.