Ifeel sorry for your parents." They're dead. I live with my aunt."She sputtered a little. "Well, I'm sorry to hear that. It explains alot, but I am...truly sorry to hear that. I'm gonna pray for you, Ihonestly am." Yeah, well... You're sure sorry about a lot of stupid shit."Just then two cops came in and I started to get nervous. They actedofficiously and efficiently, asking direct questions with little or notrace of warmth, took down my name and Mrs. Komori's phone number andaddress. . "Yes!" She squealed."Are you my whore?" He yelled loudly."Yes!" She squealed."Are you my slut?" He bellowed."Yes!" She screamed in response."Say it to your husband. Say it now!" He commanded, pulling her hair.My wife got a pain expression on her face, as the last bit of strength she had left."No please. I can't." She begged.Anita looked at me through her eyes full of sorrow and said nothing."Tell your husband you are my slut, and I will let you cum." He shouted in her ear…My wife's expression. She slipped out of her pants, pulled down a pair of indifferent boy-cut shorts, and knelt in front of him, facing away, lowering her head and grasping the bedstead. He dropped to his knees and opened his trousers, immediately stroking his cock to a very firm state, rubbing the head and using the other set of fingers on the base, unselfconsciously getting himself as hard as possible.He regarded the scene: upturned ass, pretty, trimmed, and blonde pubic hair nestled in the juncture of thighs,. The issue was that he had a bra on and panties, a garder belt and hose. Under the body suit, he clearly had breast forms or something, because his bust was enormous. “This is who I am. I’ve always been afraid to let you know.”“James. You should have told me.”“I was afraid of what you would think.”“I love you no matter what.”He came over and hugged me. It was strange to feel his enormous breasts pushing against mine, but it was one of the first times in our lives that I felt that honesty was.