My wife had no idea I had come into the room, she was so immersed and wrapped up in her sexual abandon that for the next three quarters of an hour s...e failed to see me and just as well, because she thinks that had she seen me watching, what was to follow would never have happened. She was in an orgy and on her third man. Just then Ken moved around to the other side of Lisa and Josie the girl who been with Bruce on Ken’s command knelt between Lisa’s thighs and started licking her cunt.. All she had to do was show a man a column of bogus numbers, flash some cleavage, or let him feel her up a bit and she would have him hooked. Maybe it was her new pseudonym. She’d never used Olivia Freemont before. She would sometimes get a little shaky with a new name. Maybe it was the size of the payoff. She’d always been able to scam a few hundred thousand here and a few hundred thousand there. But, this jackpot had the word ‘million’ attached to it. She was hoping that she could retire after. Surrendering clothing in order to continuously appear to be Black Owned naked pigs advertises their white abandonment of all dignity and self-respect. The more that they see themselves as naked fuck-pigs the more they can regard themselves as Black Owned mindless meat for Superior Black sexual uses and amusements. Their state of surrender lets them to think of themselves as naked Black Owned pigs having no decency or self-respect. whites surrender having any opinions. If a Superior Black. At that moment, I realized I was no longer Abigail Louise Winthrop.However, even though I knew this had been Crysti's body before John'slast wish, I couldn't really think of myself as Crysti Thomas either.All at the same time, I was kind of both and sort of neither. Even forme, it was a little confusing.I still thought of myself as Abby, which was still short for Abigail.Only now, I more or less considered myself Abigail Loretta Thomas.And I also realized that John was going to be in for one.