His black partner stared at me with glazed eyes, the gun shaking in his hand. I stood in silence, terrified of what might come next.My wife's captor w...s huge, probably 6' 7" tall and well over 300 pounds. He wore a T-shirt cut off just below the chest, revealing bulging abdominals to match his thick muscular arms. He spoke with chilling coolness and intelligence. "Be quiet, behave yourself, and both of you will make it through this." He walked my wife forward, the others moving me toward the. Do you think I’m that weak-willed?”“I think you’re in love with Angie and I think that might blind you to the reality of the situation.”“Because that’s been my pattern of behavior? What happened when she asked me to make love with her?”“There was something about the way you spoke on the phone that says this is different.”“Perhaps it was, but I DID call you before I did anything else; well, I talked to Clarissa, but that’s because it was New Year’s Day and I waited until the next morning to call. Everything down there seemed so much more receptive; she could feel every centimetre of his finger, even the grooves and ridges of each knuckle. No doubt, he could feel that she’d made up her mind.“There we go, how does that feel?” he asked her in hushed tones, dragging his finger out.“It feels very naughty, Sir, mmm.” He was pushing his finger back in. “I like it,” she confessed.“Good, that’s because you’re my naughty slut. You like doing dirty, nasty things for your Master, don’t you,. The first picture was of Marlene, she was in one of her ball dresses, but this wasn't what I had ever pictured her as. The straps of the dress were pulled done exposing those ample breasts. A man, not Fred, was sucking her right one while fondling the left. The dress was hiked up around her waist where another woman's head was between her legs, apparently licking her pussy. My dick began to harden as I to look through the pictures that were lying loose.There had to be 40 or 50 pictures of.