"Oh my god what should we do." Barb whispered."Go on touch it." We heard in a deep voice. There I was on my knees, between my wife's legs, paralyzed. ... didn't say a word as Barb reached out and touched the black cock. Semi hard it twitched at Barb's touch, provoking her to do more. Barb wrapped her fingers around the base of the cock and slowly began stroking it. I couldn't believe my eye's, I unzipped my pants and began jerking off as I watched my wife stoking the black monster.Then Barb. .. small town cops that make early morning house calls... hotel clerks that don't realize a platoon of police have just raided one of their rooms... what's wrong with this picture?' the Darkness asked."Everything." I hissed, maintaining my pace.'No shit, Sherlock! Care to narrow it down?'"Where was the household staff this afternoon? A place the size of this one should have a small army to keep it up."'Yeah, that's one... another good question would be "Why, with all the time you spent talking. It wouldn’t be long now before David’s mother would become another of his MILF whores. He loved it when they received the mysterious letter and copy of them screwing their own son. They melted like butter and would do anything to keep that recording from finding its way to the internet and to the authorities.He didn’t mind sharing his growing stable with the other boys since the women were always at his beckon call. He only needed the other boys to seduce their mothers and unwittingly supply. “How long has this been going on?”Danielle had been watching me eat. She looked up at Jordan’s question. After hesitating, she lowered her eyes and said, “He doesn’t do it often.”Jordan and I shared a look. “Not often?” Jordan said, outraged. “Once is too often.”Danielle took a deep breath and let out a long sigh. She wasn’t arguing, but she wasn’t agreeing either.“You already know what you need to do Danielle,” Jordan continued. “And you know I’ll help you. If you need a place to stay, or just.