I know that there would be a lot of drinking going on and the course was 45 minutes from our home. I told her that I would take her and pick her up be...ause I did not want her getting in a car with someone that was drinking. She said she could get a ride there from one of her friends. She got picked up around 8:30 in the morning I never saw who was driving the van that picked her up.I got a call from her around 9:00 that night and I could tell that she had way too much to drink. She said they. As I was saying this, Julie had lay me on her bed, and climbed on top of me, sinking my large cock into her wet cunt. I loved having her ride me, this woman who was 35 years older than me, if my wife ever found out she would fucking kill me. As Julie was fucking me, I sucked on her tits, making her nipples hard, and her cunt wetter and wetter, Julie then screamed out that she was cumming, and cum she did, panting hard, her whole body was shuddering, as she squirted out her juices, i thought she. I like to see my wife being used by the poorest, ugly and people who can’t have someone like my wife by any means…above their standard….This incident took place in bihar, I had to go there for a software job and we were there for a month or two….Outside our house it’s a busy road and there are many rickshaw pullers….all of them notice my wife and sometimes she can see a cock stiffen when she bends over…..she knows they like it too.There is this particular guy she always uses to go to the. "Put him on the rack!" Kirsten ordered the guards.The rack was an age-old stretching-machine. It was made of oak, probably three meters long. At the foot of the rack there were stocks to hold the feet, and at the top there was a heavy roller with a thick rope on it. At the middle of the rack, a rusty steel grate was inserted, half a meter across, with 2-inch wide holes.One guard pushed me to the rack, then grabbed me under my arms, and simply laid me on the rough wooden bed. Another caught my.