All are my private bitches. My wife had been on and off again, feeling guilty, but still going back and fucking her young BBC. He is still and has b...en secretly sending me video and pics of her doing him. So, it is time to up the activities, so that in the near future I will confront my wife Charlotte and make her the controlled cum slut sex slave that my other "bitches" are already.If you have not read the previous stories, you need to start with Number 1 and work up on the preachers. Let me make you one thing clear, I was not so much besharm to exploit the problem of some one. It is always a positive signal from opposite side which provided me a opportunity.Due to my on family status,I am a mauji person,used to wear good clothes, Kalaf wali shirts and suits, heavy usage of perfumes.So she herself was more attractive towards me as compared to other people roaming around. I even noticed that at night, when I was on duty, she used to wear tight shalwar qameez.With the pessage. I briefly considered going after Tasha, but I didn’t have permission to be in the school building, and even though I could easily walk in, the last thing I needed was someone calling the Sheriff. There was also the problem of not having any idea what I could possibly say to Tasha. If I’d put an impediment in our way the previous evening, I’d just blown up the bridge. With me on it!I put the car in gear and pulled away, wondering if Janey had seen Tasha. I didn’t think she had, but I wasn’t. There was a pause in her mental processing and she covered it by kitchen stuff.I heard the refrigerator door open. Wendy put away some things. There was clattering and clinking, and drawers sliding out and in. There was humming and water running ... Wendy being domestic."I am shocked. She's just a kitten..." she swore " ... David. Come here and work this damn can opener. If you wouldn't leave it in the sink, it wouldn't get rusty."We trooped into the kitchen ... Wendy was struggling with the.