Rather than sending his ex wife a message right away, which he still promised I got to type. He said he wanted to make a video of his own. I started t...lling him no f-ing way. But he just stood there and smiled. The video that he made was with everyone fully clothed. I was just too embarrassed to go to the party. My husband took the dirty video to a party with the friends he had since grade school. People that his ex wife knows. He showed me the video before sending it along with my text to his. He had been born in East Africa to an Indian father and an English mother and raised in London, which accounted for his darkly handsome looks and his charming accent.“We’ll make a picnic,” Rex had said and they’d filled the basket he’d purchased for her with fruits and tomatoes, cheeses and French bread. He had noticed a wine store and left her sitting in the shade with the basket while he went inside. He had emerged with a bottle bag.“We can’t have a picnic without wine,” he had said, kissing. I then felt a hand on my head and instinctively I opened my mouth wide. When he said to “me good boy” I knew it was my friend Pierre. He told me he needed to give me a present before unhooked me from the sling. At that he slowly face-fucked me until I could feel him getting ready to cum. The first squirts filled my mouth and he pulled out and covered my face with the rest of his load. Pierre got me off the sling and onto my feet. I could barely stand on my own so he helped me to my feet and too. ... Does Daddy want to use me now?”“Get on your knees,” he ordered. Rachel rose from his lap, and just as quickly fell to her knees. His dick throbbed painfully in his pants. “Unzip me.”Rachel’s hand trembled as she unbuttoned and unzipped his pants. Marcus’s substantial cock freed from its prison popped out and smacked hard against her face. It was instantly embraced by Rachel’s mouth, and the arousal surged up his spine. Marcus grabbed a fistful of Rachel's hair yanking the stands lose.