It wasn’t long before my wife came out, dressed in bra and panties, confused looking she opened the back door of the limo - she just stood there, lo...king at me, realizing what I was doing, tears filling her eyes. I was shaking my head, but there was nothing I could say to make her understand I had no choice. Eddie had gotten out of the car, moved up behind her, easily removing her bra, cupping both tits, then pinching both nipples between his thumb and index finger. I saw in her face the pain. I got the first inkling of how thrilling a good humbling can feel and I felt oddly proud that I was “different,” the same way I would feel, years later, in a group of young men as the only one willing to be the "cum bucket" at a frat party…I noticed my friend Steve, one of my lunch buddies, an Asian boy with a thick bush of black pubic hair and a long thin cock, at the end of the line getting an erection as he watched my humiliation. This made me more bold and hard and when the coach saw it. I buried my hands in her golden curls and thought about how lucky I was. My shrew of a wife had run off with my best friend five years ago and then divorced me and married him. My son was in graduate school and living with a lovely girl that he brought home from time to time and shared with me while he bonked his eager little sister and none of the three women I was seeing from time to time ever suggested marriage.After I filled my little girl’s talented mouth with my jism, I sent her off to do. En ik wil van tevoren de videoband en de verklaring terug"?. Bingo, denk ik. "Alleen topless, dan wil ik drie foto's nemen"?. "Twee"?, zegt ze. "Accoord"?, besluit ik. Niet te geloven, ik zit hier tegenover Daphne Deckers te onderhandelen over hoeveel topless foto's ik van haar mag nemen. "Wanneer"?? vraagt ze vervolgens. "Nu meteen"?, zeg ik. "Ik zal mijn camera pakken en meteen de videoband en de verklaring. We kunnen de foto's boven nemen. Ik zal de politie agent zeggen dat we het eens zijn..