But it couldn't be helped. As we arrived at the house, I got out, and even though I realized my situation, It was still a bit mesmerizing to look at t...is, almost palace like house. it was atleast 10 time's ours. But I wasnt allowed to look too long as he pushed me from behind, as though telling me to start moving. I walk in, and as i do, the two boys, Samir(17) and Safi(15) run up to us. They look at me and stop almost immediately and look back at their father. My uncle doesnt even attempt to. Arnie stood in the shadow of the wall, hoping to blend in, and contemplating which direction seemed safest to run. Up one walk was what looked like a loitering gang of Hispanics. Up the other way a tall black man with old acne scars a quarter inch deep strode in her direction with street wise confidence. She cringed as the black man got close. It was warm out, but he wore a long leather coat anyway, and then stopped right in front of Arnie, as if formenting her worst nightmare. His hand. He seemed to press her tighter to him than usual. When we got home there was a lot of small talk. My husband offered her a glass of wine which she accepted. I knew that he had spiked her drink. After a while she went upstairs to shower and change. We went to his computer. He had installed cameras in her bedroom and her bathroom. We watched as she undressed and showered. My husband was enjoying himself and asking what I thought about her breasts, mentioning that I have to help her shave her. His big thick, hard cock was thrilling me. He quickly settled into a rapid rhythm that was giving us both pleasures of amazing sexual excitement. There was a slight slapping sound as his cock reached the full depth inside me. The fact I was unaware of the identity of the person that was giving me this pleasure was inconsequential. We were both aware of the urgency to cum before we were interrupted.It was evident he was more than experienced; His hands had unclipped my bra and he was fondling,.