I in turn removed allmy clothes, and spreading my legs wide, startedmasturbating.I must say, that was a truly enjoyable wank!We were both masturbating...and listening to each otherrelating stories of women showing their cunts to othermen, whilst enjoying seeing each other obviouslyexcited, wanking to, and for, each other. In next to notime we both had wonderful orgasms, me sending jets ofcome over my chest and stomach up to my chin; my wifeexploding noisily, sending a spray of come out over. Now, let’s go,” she insisted as she took his arm and pulled.“Oh, shit. They told me you were a slave driver,” he gasped out, trying to joke, she supposed.“Let’s go, Girls. This applies to you, too.”Within a few seconds, she had them going again. A little later, she allowed them to walk for a hundred steps. “I’ll count our steps aloud, but when I reach a hundred, we will jog again. No excuses. The next step after one hundred will be a jogging one. See the white marker on the tree a hundred yards. I wished I could understand their language so I could find out what their intentions were."Urgo mistha nagda and stay away" I heard. I couldn't quite believe it, but all of a sudden I could understand what they were saying."You go or we kill" the big guy in the middle shouted. "This our kill. We keep, you go!"That statement meant trouble and I had no time to marvel at my sudden understanding of the language. I took it as a sign from a higher source and went on the offensive."Well I don't think. " She crossed the floor and gave me a hard slap across the face. I just smiled at her. "What the fuck do you think you are doing taking pictures like that? I want you to get rid of them right now." I told her that I had it saved in several places and had made copies of it on DVD and flash memory sticks and that I had no intention of deleting any of what I had. She sat on the edge of my bed and started to cry. I sat up and put my a arm around her shoulder. She shook me off and pushed me.