Bt bhabiji ko patanahi tha ki me unke ghar me hun so wo sirf towel pahenke hin bahar nikle tavi unhone dekha mujhe toh sarmake fir se bathroom k andar...chale gaye aur mujhe bole ki aap kab aaye toh me bola ki avi hin aaya hun toh bole ki aap jara pichhe mudke Khade rahiye hume apne room me jana hai.toh me pichhe karke khadaho gaya toh wo jaldi se daudke apne room me jaa rahe the ki unki pair fisal gaya aur wo niche gir gaye toh me daud k gaya unke paas aur unhe help kiya uthne ko kya soft body. .." Which is?" Commit suicide. Hang yourself." Oh... I'll do that if it's the only other option, but... bor-ing!" Is it still boring if you do it on a streaming webcam, with hundreds of men and women getting off from watching you die?" Oh, that's sounds better." And my voice telling you what to do?" Just your voice?" Yes. I'll be here at home, with a Skype connection to your hotel room. I'll tell you to do it. You'll be free to refuse, if you choose." That's mean. I don't want to choose. I'd. I tried peeking in through the door but the view of the bed was still blocked, so slowly and carefully I pushed opened the door and looked in. 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. Then he rose and walked away. I heard noises in the background of someone rummaging around in the room and then silence. I strained to hear even the slightest thing, but nothing could be heard. I thought he had left me, and I tried to cry out. The gag muffled everything I said, and I felt it fell on deaf ears anyway, so I just sat and waited. A thousand things roared thru my mind. Where is he? What is he doing? Why isn't he here with me? What is he doing? Where is he? Where the hell is he?My.