There was a department store across the street that was closed for the night and its parking lot was half full, probably from the overflow from Grady'.... I pulled in and found a slot that would let me keep an eye on the pool hall. Trying to get out of the car and look inside was out of the question. A white man down there would stick out like a sore thumb. I settled down to watch the entrance. An hour went by and then Barb, Mary Kaye and three black guys came out and walked to the parking lot.. .. you ... you'd never understand." He said feeling the pain increasing again."So tell me boss." Grogan said feeling lost about Chris's words."Alright, lock the door and then sit down." Chris said Grogan did as he was asked and then sat down in a chair. "Now drink this." Chris said handing him a small vial. Grogan didn't ask any questions but just tipped it back and drank the contents.Chris gave a small smile and then took another vial, opening it and swallowing the contents.Grogan looked. I then called up my home and told them that I am going for a weekend outing and will return back tomorrow evening. Since there is a bag of my clothes which I always carry in my car, which my home people know, they said nothing and after finishing my call, which I conversed in Marathi, Saroj knew very little about it. She was sitting at the corner of the bed and playing with her Mangalsutra. I then told her to relax completely as I am not at all in a hurry to have sex with her and she looked at. I roar with a primal growl as I reclaim my wife.Most people sit by the window to hear the birds chirping while maybe enjoying a nice book. Or maybe even just look out longingly, trying to understand the world. Maybe some are even content and just enjoying the view. But they don’t look to see the sexiest redheaded slut being throat fucked by her husband. However, that’s what every single one of them is seeing today. My wife is a drooling slobbering mess, and I don’t think she has been this.