”“I never did.”“Of course you did. You always did.”“I’m in love with someone else, Greg.”I flashed with anger. “Who is he?” I dema...ded, jumping to my feet. “I’ll kill him!”“It’s not a ‘he’ Greg. It’s Becky.”My anger disappeared in a sea of laughter, but I pulled it together when I saw Courtney starting to cry. She looked angry, so I had to take her seriously, or at least pretend to. “Courtney I know you like muscles, and I know you’re feeling mixed up right now—”Courtney laughed and shook her. You deserve every bit of this you get whore." The man yelled like a military drill sergeant.Without hesitation I feel the knife blade lift off my back as my dress is being cut off of me. Once it is off I hear it being ripped to shreds."Whores don't need clothes" he barked. "Get up slut! On your fucking feet now" he continued yelling.I felt my arms being tied by a rope that must have been hanging from the ceiling. I felt my legs being forcefully spread apart and cuffed to a bar. The sting of a. So i quickly hurried to my room.I put on her underwear straight away as i entered my room and felt her wet panties soak into my pussy and my ass.I took off my bra and put on a slutty shirt she gave me that is baggy on that gave me a clear view of my boobs in the mirror as i stood there in these slutty cloths and see through wet panties.I went back to her room and put them back just in case she found out and maybe she might get wet in them again tonight.That night once we all went to bed, i. Within a moment they were nude and both positioned themselves. My wife was beneath Rahul and she took no time in holding the cock and positioned on the mouth of her cunt. Then I saw the big cock entering my wife’s cunt stretching the crevices to the limit. My wife had to stop breathing for a while to engulf such manliness. After regaining she started humping from below while Rahul was fucking hard. I can see complete rhythm between the two. I got up and came close to see the motion. My wife’s.