She would call me at home and we would spend hours on the phone. We would talk about everything even fashion, which had always been a passion of mine....She even like the sketches of the design I showed her. Taking my hand the other day she gazed steadily into my eyes and told me that I was not like the other boys in school. That I was very special.The Saturday before school was out for the Christmas break she called and invited me to a party that evening at her house. Her parents were away for. Eventually he closed the door but the lock was on the inside. After a second I dragged myself up onto the seat and jerked off hard and loud moaning like a whore and pumping my cock so hard people could hear the banging of the toilet seat as I was slamming myself up and down on it. Heres what I was jerking to.In my mind the mystery man was one of the big sexy Italians I had seen around Rome. Like the mystery guy he watched me but after he saw my cock get hard he left the door open grabbed my. The scene before me left me dazed and also turned on for some reason.There was my lovely wife Anita, completely naked on her hands and knees in the middle of our marital bed with a giant black man behind her, pounding her pussy with no mercy at all…I recognized him as Jamal, an old classmate of Ana´s in the University, when she was trying to get a degree. I could remember Ana had told me she had met him again after so many years, but I had no idea they were fucking like old lovers.The whole bed. "Miss Davis, Richie controlled you a few weeks ago, didn't he?"Linda drew her robe more tightly around her. She turned away from him and lowered her eyes. "How do you ... why do you think that, Jason? Why do you think Richie did something like that to me?" It was like I said earlier. It happened to other people, too. Mostly students." And ... a-and they did the same thing? Made people into slaves?" Yes, that's right."Linda whirled around. "How? How did this ... supposedly happen?"Jason didn't.