He was attractive. Very attractive. Bald with glasses and a hefty, muscular build. Well dressed for a Saturday afternoon – a tribal print button-fro...t short-sleeved shirt, a neat pair of cargo shorts, and a pair of leather sandals. “You’re embarrassed, huh?” he asked. “Uncomfortable?” “Before I leave, I want to know what the point of this whole exercise you’ve been in control of all this time is about,” I said. He walked me back to the sofa and sat down next to me. “There are things I look for. I knew she had never had a big cock like that inside her. The bastard had a giant piece of meat really. Aaron reached around her waist and tugged her breasts back into her as he rammed her.I enjoyed this so much; my own cock was hard as a rock.The black man suddenly pulled his dick out of my wife's pussy, telling her to bend over on her hands and knees. He spat on his hand and rubbed her tight asshole. I was so fucking excited, since he was going to fuck her in the ass. I just watched in. "He said to tell you that it was Irish," Mike said. "Now I have to go. The bags are coming out." I knew that he really said it, so I wouldn't ask more questions.I never had lunch before three, so I just made more coffee. Since I drank coffee all day long, the pot was always on. While I waited for the two new men in my life to show, I reran the security camera files. Nothing happened over night and that was a good thing.My phone played the Mag7 theme again, but I caught it pretty quickly that. Maybe, in introducing me to them, he is trying to fix me because he knows his human hands cannot. He knows, right now, his human hands are not fit to hold me, but moreover, he knows that neither of us is willing to admit that. He knows that nobody wants to look that deep because, on the surface, we have found momentary rest. That evening, we go home together and start a fire in the small woodstove. I make a simple dinner and by the time it is ready, he is asleep on the couch, snoring gently. I.