One entire side functioned as a door, hung from a crude hinge and held shut with an enormous padlock. It looked strong enough to contain a gorilla, le... alone the young girl that was its current occupant.The lady straightened, stepped back from the cage, and began to remove the long top coat that she wore. Underneath it she was wearing a simple white silk blouse tucked into a tight black skirt. Her figures was slim and her breasts stretched and pulled against the tight fabric of the blouse as. Samuel was pounding her very hard and he suddenly looked at me.He smiled and said that my white wife had asked for more cocks…I walked over Anita to ask her if she was fine; but it was useless; just right then, my sensual wife was being rammed hard and she only could cry and moan with pleasure…Samuel grunted and he suddenly pulled out after filling my wife’s wet pussy with his warm semen. I could notice her pussy lips were swollen and red, after the brutal treat they were having.Wilfred claimed. Since the genie was out of the bottle I decided to take the conversation as far as possible. I needed to know what Stan wanted of his wife. "Honey," I croaked, as my mouth was suddenly dry. I gulped at my wine and continued, "do you think of me when you beat off?" Always sweetie. To answer your next question, and those that are sure to follow, yes, I have pictured you with other men. I have even pictured you with more than one man. I have seen you as a chaste woman ravaged and raped by men with. Her husband had his unique preferences as well. He was half-Arab and loved my arms and shoulders. He liked to bind my hands behind my back and pinch my tits as I struggled to free my hands. He loved to bind me to the cot in the back office, stripping me completely first and then tying my hands and feet to the corner posts with ties. Sometimes he would prefer me on my back, sucking my clitoris and releasing his semen onto my breasts. More often though, he would tie me face down, my ass spread.