I staggered over to the door and looked into the room. It was asurprisingly large room. There was a brass bedstead with a thin mattressshoved into the...far corner and between it and the door was a treadmilland a cycling machine. "I want you to use the machines for an hour a dayeach to start with, we need to rebuild your stamina, then we can work ona proper exercise regime." She slapped my arse. "We need to build thatbooty." She giggled. "There'll be no weights, we don't want to buildyour upper. I was around 13 when my father quit his job because we managed to pay out our mortgage and he decided to start a business on his own with electrical materials. The business turned out to be quite successful, because there were only two similar stores in town and my father’s shop kept low prices. From this shop we became wealthy enough for my mother to quit job and do nothing except rambling around beauty salons. And I want to mention here that before becoming wealthy my mother was like every. Clothes were coming off quick. we went to the bed room all ready most naked. I handed him the camera. He asked what it was for. I reminded him about my hubby being a cuck and that he likes to watch. The camera began recording. I was horny and wet and my legs were shaking. I started throating his dick as deep as I could choking and saliva dripping down to his balls. He bent me over and stuck his dick in raw. I gasped in pleasure. He then fucked me hard and deep. my ass cheeks were slapping. I want... you fucking bitch, I want to know!" He let out a sob that went through his whole body, a sob that seemed to contract all his muscles, and then he growled like a maddened animal.He lunged forward at her and onto the bed."Answer me bitch, answer me," he growled at her angrily, frighteningly, he grabbed her around the throat, and throttled her. Cindy panicked, she tried to scream, but he cut it off, squeezing her throat tighter. Her tongue hung out of her mouth for moment, and she.