The devil on my shoulder made me do it. There was no other voice for me to listen to. I tried to stand up but the ring in the floor had no give to it....Now I was officially committed. I had no keys to the locks and no way of breaking the chain. I was locked to the floor by the chain around my waist and I was sitting too far from the door to lock it. Nothing prevented someone from walking right in and finding me. The thought suddenly struck me that this might have been Chris’s plan for me all. You have always had a thing for young white girls, and since you are now a middle-aged black ex-con, acting on your desires has always been fraught with risk. Still, your apricot-sized testicles groan with potent sperm that demands release into the next available blonde.By the time the train has finally passed, you've released your now erect footlong cock from your trousers and are openly masturbating, wishing the girl would look around and see you there. But the schoolbus roars ahead, and you. He took it better than you did, but it was ultimately a bit ... dishonest of us. We should have given you the choice, laid it out for you. Something as big as this. Yeah, we should have been candid, upfront with you. Don’t you agree, Mom, Dad?” Sandra opened up the discussion with her parents regarding the “summer wife” custom.“So ... you don’t want to do it anymore? It’s a family tradition and a lovely one, Sandy,” my mother-in-law, Enid, spoke now.“Exactly. A beautiful thing. Look how it. I never would have realized that the shy guys make the best lovers without that thieving bitch Lori and my cheating bastard of an ex-boyfriend Devon. Now we dress up every Halloween and I ask him to take me hard and fast in our costumes in the back yard after the kids have gone to bed. It definitely keeps the spice in our marriage and we relive a bit of the thrill of our first time.This year since I'm seven months pregnant I'm the Death Star and have my belly all painted up and am just.