I love my Donna. It’s evidenced by the little pink thing wiggling in her arms and by that toddler over there dutifully putting her toys away. I back...d into a perfect wife and I don’t want to mess that up.She deserves the truth, though, and I have to trust in the strength of the love between us and the strength of her character that pulled her out of a bad situation.I drew a breath. “Yes, Donna, I’m pretty sure we do. It relates to a situation long before I knew anything about you. I told you. Dave settled into one of the chairs and directed me to the other. He flipped a few switches and the TV monitors came to life. I now had an amazing view of the massage rooms. The clarity of the signal was impressive and the cameras were mounted in the perfect position to see anything in the rooms.Soon one of the spa workers came into to one of the rooms to light some candles. "Let's check the sound," Dave said." He turned up a volume knob and through the speakers in front of the TV I could. I was cumming! Cumming! It was so good! But one girl passing by me whispered to another, 'She's masturbating!' I was exhilarated. I let everyone else file out, and then I left the classroom.I felt that I had been a bit too obvious in class, so I didn't try it again in that class or any other. But it was like a game to me to see how many places I could cum in: Fast food places were great; nearly any place on campus with a bench or chair. While in undergrad there were probably two or three dozen. The men hold her, fully impaled on the two large black cocks in an erotic display of dominance and control over her, as if waiting for her to accept again her role as submissive.After a long pause, Paul leans in with a long kiss and roughly pinches and twists her nipples, never letting her open mouth break free of his.Paul now whispers in her ear, "Is the little wife ready for the fucking of her life?" Are you ready to be fucked to death in front of your husband?" Do you want your husband to.