It has to go."I dropped her off at the Delta departure area and headed back to town. As I drove I thought on how my life had changed in just twenty-fo...r hours. It seemed too good to be true so I was going to treat it that way. I wouldn't be giving up my cafeteria job until the deal on the house went through. I didn't doubt that Linda meant what she said since she had given me the keys to the Escalade, but the impression I got was that she was a very busy lady and might not get to it right away.. Jamal looked at me while I was videoing with his cell phone, “you getting this, you getting this on video, look at your wife, look at how you wife loves this nigger cock.” “You like watching your wife get this nigger cock, huh, you like watching her get fucked like you never could do it?” I quietly answered “yes”. “You want me to fuck her harder? Fuck her real hard, leave that pussy all tore up and broken?” I hesitated, suddenly my wife spoke up, “tell him, tell him to fuck me hard and. “Why would he do it? From what you said the doctors were saying, he could have lasted another six months.”I couldn’t answer the question, but I thought I knew the reason. It was Teresa who responded. “More than anything else, he hated the loss of his independence. He hated having me or a nurse fussing over him twenty-four-seven. He couldn’t feed himself; he couldn’t dress himself; he couldn’t go to the bathroom or bathe himself. He was at just about the last moment before he was totally. I hid my pup tent at her mention of it. I'd seen the half finished scrapbook a few days before. I wondered if I could sneak another look at it in her room while she was out in the garden.This was what I did. Opening the briefcase in her room, I found the finished work. I wouldn't have time to wank over it, I'd have to let it throb and hopefully not cum in my pants, and relieve myself later.The book had all the work and photos I'd seen before, with more descriptions of her prostitution to.