‘Same again?’ he asks smiling as he walks toward you. ‘Pardon?’ you reply, the music drowning out his words. He stops in front of you and lean... over the bar, ‘I said same again?’ he almost shouts in your ear. ‘No, I’ll have something stronger. The beer just won’t cut it tonight!’ you shout back. ‘Boyfriend not turned up?’ he asks, trying to make small talk with you. You sigh again, ‘What boyfriend, he was supposed to be here a half hour ago. I guess he’s no longer my boyfriend,’ you muse as you. David started to pound her, sending waves of pleasure through her body. A large mirror hung on the wall, and she could watch as David fucked her. He was in a suit and fully dressed, except for his big cock sticking out from his fly. She was in her wedding dress, her arms and legs wrapped tightly around him. She pulled his head down to kiss him, and he stuck his tongue deep down her throat.Between kisses Jen looked again at the mirror. Seeing herself dressed as a bride, fucking another man on. This was another sign of how much Ana was under his control.We arrived at the party which was in a large house. Jamal was waiting for us outside so we didn’t run into any trouble with anyone. He dragged my wife inside by her arm as I followed along. Once inside the party was in full swing. There were at least a hundred people there and of course most of them were black male gang members. There were also a dozen of beautiful white women, all mature ladies, being swarmed by the black gang. She had lost count of the times some sad bastard professed undying love for her only to never call again when she threw them out. So much for love, it sucked.Picking up guys at the club had become a frequent thing. Her natural good looks and slim body worked to full advantage in the testosterone charged atmosphere of the club. It had led to some wild nights and some pretty hairy moments. Several times, her training in martial arts had come to the rescue. Her Mom was to thank for that.Last night.