Irene had moved in as I was on an extendedvacation from work, as she put it, this was a great opportunity for herto advance my training. She wasted n... time that is for certain as themoment she set foot in my place, I was transformed and then placed in mysecond bedroom which I used as my home theater, only instead of myenjoying a movie or maybe a football game, Irene had other plans for myviewing pleasure. Using Rope my trainer had bound me at my ankles andknees; I was bound in my chair in. He grinned at Ana and then gestured to his pulsing cock. My sensual wife looked at me and asked me if she could…Reluctantly, I agreed; stepping aside as Ana went to that man.She pulled her mini skirt aside and up. Then she lay on her back in the aisle. The huge man positioned on top of her and as Ana drew her knees up, she guided him into her wet cunt. The man began thrusting away vigorously and I wished it was me. Anita started to moan loud, as that German bastard pumped her.As I looked. “What the fuck are you doing? Now? Really?”“We don’t… have much time,” Brock moaned. Her hot body felt somewhat cool to him as he massaged her ass, rubbing her sweaty asshole and dripping pussy."Keep a lookout, will ya?" She glanced over her shoulder at him. "I don't care if the deadheads see, but the guys-" Would think you were even more of a badass!" Brock punctuated that last word with a stinging slap to her ass. “Stop for a second…”Boom!“Another headshot! All day, fuckers. All day!”Brock. Well I want you to know that is total bullshit! You are both my parents and it is my business."It was obvious that she was really stressed out but I could see her making a strong effort to control her emotions. I determined that the whole reason for the meeting between us was for me to tell my side of the story. She must have figured that half of the story was better than none.We spent the next hour sitting there while I told her my story from the beginning til now. She was stunned when I told.