She had cried the whole time and that had turned me on even more. Before I took her home I warned her that if she ever told anyone, I promised to let ...veryone at her school know what kind of slut she was, and I told her that I owned her pussy, mouth, and ass and I expected it every week. I watched as she walked towards me she lowered her head as she walked towards me. I loved how she had become so submissive. That’s how I think women should be submissive to men. ?Hello master,? she said in her. She went back into the living room, stopping dead as she saw two black boys sitting on a couch.She started backing away, but too late. They had already seen her. One of them rose and came towards her."Hey, looks like Mike has moved up to the big league," he mused, "you are certainly a different class than his usual pick-ups." His friend came over, the two lads walking around her, examining the slim sexy body covered in just a towel. Both boys were near to Mike's height, so she felt so. The resultant display of tree thrashing, chest beating and screamed rage upset the whole group for several days. It always ended with him claiming the prize, fucking her repeatedly for three or four days until neither of them had any energy left or were so hungry that the need for food replaced the urge to mate. She had a day or two at best before the onslaught would take place. Not that she minded the attention, far from it, during these phases; her own body clock was insisting she mate as. It reminded me of my younger years when we played cards all the time. My wife paraded herself back and forth from the bedroom to the kitchen. She had on just a long buttoned up shirt with a pair of panties on underneath it. She still looked very hot for being 49 years old and I noticed on several different occasions the guys would get distracted every time she walked by. This was to my advantage as I won practically every hand whenever she came out into the living room. It had been 2.5 hours.