My wife Amanda, was very proud of me when I had told her all about Toby and was eager to help in any way she could, that was until I told her Toby was...black and a convicted r****t… Amanda was herself a very middle class woman with a very strict upbringing and very rarely came into contact with ethnic minorities, but judging from her reaction she was obviously a little bit racist. A few weeks passed and it was getting closer to the time of Toby’s release, I had been to a hearing for him and. It didn't matter if she was socialising with a man, a woman, several men or mixed company, the evenings always ended the same way. A few lines, a few spliffs, perhaps something stronger, and, when sufficiently relaxed, on the bed, on the fireside rug, in the kitchen, penis, dildo, fist or fingers thrusting in her orifices. And then the familiar scent of semen, vaginal juice or urine, dripping down her thighs, her face or her breasts. In many ways so rewarding, but also curiously empty and. She swallowed my whole load. But didn’t get to fuck any of them.About a month after that party I was going back to the dorms to study for my midterms. I saw one of the girls that had to shave. She didn’t recognize me. I said Hello and she just walked by not saying anything. She seemed to be in a hurry so I didn’t say anything. Back in my dorm I started to study and my mind just wandered to that night of the girls getting shaved. Happy that I passed all of my exams. I was heading back home to. Also, if I was to believe her, her gym seemed to be visited by quite a number of whores to exercise their bodies. She also had a friend who, although my wife claimed to disapprove of it, undertook some activities from time in her bedroom to time to supplement her sources of income. Perhaps all of my wife's fascinations had something to do with her background. As the daughter of a conservative family, activities like adultery, let alone prostitution were the more degrading you could imagine.My.