.John was well within his rights to ask, as it goes in the song, "Well, how did I get here?" Here was, in this sense, handcuffed stark naked to a chai... in their spare room whilst his gorgeous wife was being fucked hard by her young black lover in the bedroom - their marital bedroom - next door. He looked down sadly at his fully erect willy and sighed. He simply could not control it anymore. Each creak from the bed, each groan from her lover and each lusty scream or pant from his wife coaxed. “I understand.”“Sir Jean,” the Count began, trying to calm the atmosphere. “What evidence do you have to support your claim?”“Evidence?” Jean asked, “What do you mean evidence? You have my word as a knight and that of my wife, the Lady Marguerite.”“Your word is not in question, Sir,” the Count said, “but this is a serious matter and not to be taken lightly. Rape is a capital offense.”“I know full well that it is,” Sir Jean replied, “I will kill him myself if you don’t!”“Sir!” Count Pierre. Amy told her it was up to the creepy landlord. He only approved people if they did certain things for him or to him. Currently the unit was empty. As Casey talked and looked around she noticed a woman go out and sit with the man across the way. Casey asked Amy who the woman was and Amy told her it was the owners wife Angelia. She looked cute at least from far away. A petite little thing with a darker complexion. Probably Venezuelan. Dark long flowing black hair to her ass and a thin body that. “But I don’t want to rush it. I need my head to be fully clear before I give him the go-ahead.”“That makes sense, in theory,” she agreed. “But do you think your head ever will be fully clear? Especially with her living next door?”“I think so, even more so now that I have someone else to focus on,” I said, smiling.“Look all you want, but no touching until...” she smiled back.I did get a sweet, lips-only kiss goodnight.When I finally got home, the party next door was still in full swing. The.