That was when he saw her.It was just a glimpse, maybe lasting a second, but he knew it was Drew. She looked different, not a girl now, a woman. Her ha...r was cut and no longer blond. She wore a very bare bluish dress, almost nothing, really, and there was something different about her body.Another thing he saw in the short flash was that she sat in the lap of a man – an old, fat man who had his arm around her. And right before Lucian turned away, he saw her head go to the man’s, nudging her face. There was a bruise onher cheek that instantly explained to me why she wasn’tstruggling, why she wasn’t fighting back. She’d given up.She was resigned to her fate at the hands of theseterrible men.The two other men were standing on the far side of thebed, naked and jeering at my wife’s predicament. Theywere making obscene comments about the soft sexiness ofthe well-defined curves of her voluptuous but trimfigure. The body that had willing and lovingly given mesuch. Ginny and I wandered about the place for a while until Mr. Chevrier came out of the house. I saw him give the lady a kiss and I guess she was more than just a friend. Good for him. He'd be alone for several years and he deserved to find someone. He was a nice guy.Ginny was tired as we rode back to Hull in the Land Rover with Mr. Chevrier. In fact, she was almost falling asleep on my shoulder as we rolled along. She was holding my hand and seemed very content. I couldn't imagine the day going. Joyce watched on as the black bulls took turns using the married white woman's pussy and mouth. Throughout the scene the men taunted the white husband telling him how good she was and making her tell her husband how much bigger their big black cocks were than his little white dick and telling him how much she loved their big black cocks. Joyce chugged her wine and Barry got her another and before long, the words and images became a blur to Joyce and she found her fingers between her spread legs.