She came from ... where was it? ... somewhere in the Midlands ... Warwick! Suddenly the memory freshens up in his mind. That was the case where he tho...ght someone in the security services was playing games. All the leads had been so very neatly closed off. There had been a report that the CIA were somehow involved with the girl. How did that work? Er ... was she the one who had been doing some psychological research at some peculiar adult playground in Essex – or was it Suffolk? Maybe it was. 'Ya they did. I rejected it. It was insulting' I answer her to myself.'How much are we worth to you?''Everything. There is no price I can place on what I lost. Not by a long shot.''Don't get greedy, you don't need the money to find your new wife, you just need an open mind and heart. I love you.'My tears are wetting my pillow as I have a conversation with my wife in my mind. She is not really there, but I got so used to hearing her talk to me and question me about everything that it just comes. On the whole I was being ignored orsmirked at, except one couple that looked on with real avarice. I'mpretty sure they would offer something to Master sometime during theevening!When the wine arrived only two glasses were poured, one for Master andone for my wife. In fact the waiter pouring the wine almost missed mywife's wine glass when he got a look at me. After that all the waitersseemed to take a roundabout route to serve the other diners so they couldget a look at me. Once again only. "To Deep, oh god, fuck, fuck, fuck, I can't take it, to much, nonononono, Eeeeee" escapes her lips as the man lying below her reaches to the inside of her knees and pushes them wider to plant himself to the max in her pussy. I can now see sweat shimmering in the dim light, covering her back and sides then dripping off my wife's tits onto the mans chest below her as her mouth hangs wide open in silence.The men hold her, fully impaled on the two large black cocks in an erotic display of dominance.