”Evan spalled her ass, slapped it hard enough to leave red marks on her flesh.Jacqui’s mind raced. Yes she loved anal, her husband was quite good ...t it she thought. But she needed to do something about this situation right now. She wanted Evan to fuck her ass hard.“That little shit has never really fucked my ass” she lied “he just tries and cums in less than a minute”Evan fell straight for it, “Then you need a real man to fuck that ass and show you how good it feels” he said. With that Jacqui. She didn’t look at all like the photographs we had of her back home. Aunt sheetal was a foxy woman, and after she taught me how to fix myself up a bit we looked so much alike that men often thought we were sisters sheetal lived in a nice house in a quiet suburban neighborhood and drove a fire-engine-red corvette.When i asked her how she could afford all of these nice things living by herself, she just smiled and didn’t say much. All she would say was that she was in the “entertainment” industry. I was hopefully almost out of this situation; I just had to act carefully.---Good. Open it up. Inside you will find a few numbered boxes. Only open box #1. You will find further instructions inside. Understood?---Understood.---I pulled off the tape that sealed the box shut and opened it up. There were, in fact, several smaller boxes inside with numbers written on them in thick, black marker.I pulled out 'box#1' and slowly unwrapped it.Inside, was a piece of silver paper and a handwritten. Her pussy was tingling like someone had been touching it. She looked over at Jake. He was naked again, staring right at her. This time she didn’t will the vision away, didn’t blink. She just watched him, slowly stroking his cock. She shifted her legs, biting her lip when she felt the way her panties rubbed against her moist nethers - and when did she get moist? Not that it was a bad thing to be attracted to her own husband, but usually she knew when this sort of thing was coming on; usually she.