My wife was lying on a high bench and Mahesh’sblack hands were holding my wife’s ears tightly and his9-inch long and 4-inch wide uncut coc... was assaultingher once ruby red mouth. She seemed conscious butdidn’t seem to understand what was happening. But shelet Mahesh fuck her mouth happily. Daga was behind her,his never ending fat black nigger cock giving my wifethe vaginal probe. The blue-black uncut cock was coated with my wife’spussy slime. And he was banging her hairy. ‘You’d better get going,’ Lindsay said. ‘Who knows what she could be pulling out of the medicine cabinet at this very moment.’ He sighed. ‘Come on Lindsay, how many times do I have to explain this to you?’ ‘She saw you through two depressions?’ ‘Yes.’ ‘Right. So, after this you still owe her one.’ He gritted his teeth. ‘No.’ She turned her head to the side. ‘That’s not very good accounting. Why don’t you owe her another depression?’ ‘Lindsay, you’re being stupid. Once this is over I never. Her protests just sounded like a protective wife who wanted to protect me from this guy. Sadly, I misunderstood and instead saw it as a way to show my wife that I was proactive and confident. I didn't realize what I was inviting back into our lives. Nick was no longer with Kelly and after a few nights out getting drinks, his new girlfriend disappeared. I never even learned her name. He would bring a string of other women out with us though afterwards. But the first time he came over without. *****Sara awoke, coming to slowly, still groggy. Her nose itched. She tried to scratch it, but couldn't move her hands. She slowly became aware of why her nose itched. She was lying face down on grass. Naked. Her hands were tied together, and tied to a post in the ground. As she tried to move she realized that her ankles were also bound, although they weren't tied together like her wrists. In fact, they were bound so that she couldn't move her legs together. There was something around.