I'd prefer to forget about last time, thank you very much," Amelia grimaced as she thought of how badly she'd miscalculated and upset Susie. It was a ...onder that the English slave girl still wanted anything to do with them.The pair sandwiched Susie between them to the delight of all three of them. It was a nice treat for Susie, but she also knew that it wouldn't be something that she could make a habit of doing in the future. She also craved trying it with two real cocks someday, before she. He was almost ready to accept that his way wasn't, necessarily, better than her way. Almost ready, but not quite. He was working on it though.In one sense, he was beginning to loosen up. He was starting to let go of one of the tendencies he'd always had, that of being too insecure in their marriage. He'd grown up seeing too many marriages go bad. For this reason, he had wanted to make his own marriage ideal, perfect. No marriage could have lived up to all the expectations he'd had on the day. His cock was too big for my ass as he forced it in little by little while I held onto the pillow and sheets while screamed in pain but then turned to pleasure. He started to pound me as I turned and saw his wife was licking up my cum and rubbing her pussy with 6 inch dildo which I can assume was suppose to be my cock.“Take it whore, ahhh yea you like that don’t you? Uhh you got a nice tight ass, I will enjoy fucking you all weekend,” he grunted and groaned while fucking me hard and deep.“Yes oh. .. how long have you been...” the man tries to ask between the slight breaths of air.“A traitor?” Whitmire finishes for him. “You don’t think Adams was the only one working for them, do you?”Doug isn’t surprised at the answer. He almost expects one like it. How many more are there? If he survives this, he is determined to find just that out.Whitmire continues to squeeze. Blackness begins to seep past the edges of Doug’s vision. Being on his knees doesn’t provide much in the way of leverage, but.