I noticed I had a white band of skinon my wedding finger. I was married? I had a husband? Or did I? Was Idivorced? I decided to play things cool ...nd not wear it; I'd say myfinger was swollen this morning if questioned about it.I found a purse down the side of the large chair in the bedroom and insideof it I found cards with a name on them, my name apparently as the photoID roughly looked like me only a couple of years younger. My name wasLouise Holmes (nee Parker), I was 24, and married. "I think we're out of pickles, too." Knock it off!" Cathy hissed, as Irene tried to hide her laughter. "It's not funny!" I'm just joking!" Irene looked up, and made sure nobody was in the room. "Don't get so mad, mommy!" Please stop!" Cathy begged. "I'm probably ok. Don't fool around like that!"Irene grinned wickedly. "Who's the one who fools around?"Cathy was about to snap back at her sister, when mom came back into the living room. "Girls, your father and I are going out today, and we won't. I asked them if they could get a few well hung black guys to really brutally and violently **** and humiliate me. I wanted them to make me feel like a filthy white trash whore. A dirty fuck pig. I told them to make it really violent. They said that they would see what they could do. So I waited a couple of weeks in horny anticipation and finally they called me.They said they found 10 muscled black guys with huge cocks that would act like they hated white women. They would punish and hurt me and. "Reassured, George did as he was told, stripping off and piling his clothes on the chair he found behind the screen. He shuffled out, clutching his hands over his crotch, only to see that Erica had gone. Deanna was standing beside a chrome and glass trolley. She pointed to the examination couch that stood in the centre of the room. "On there," she said, briskly. George sat on the cold leather covered couch. "Lay back please," Deanna directed, snapping on a pair of latex gloves as he did so..