.I was watching when Jen returned to her bedroom. She dropped her towel and started checking herself out in front of her full length bedroom mirror. ...Jen is 5ft 4in, 105 pounds, sandy blond hair. I always knew Jen looked a lot like her mother, but I got a whole new appreciation seeing her standing there naked. Her breasts were perfect, firm and pointed straight out, needing no support. Her butt was just as firm, with ass cheeks that bounce just right as she walks, men love to stare at. Oh look, you like being called a paki slut, look how wet your cunt is getting. You want this black cock in your tight little paki cunt don't you," he taunted her laughing. Fahima felt a little guilty and shy. Guilty because there was man who was not her husband looking at her naked body. A few hours ago the only man to have seen her completely naked was her husband. Now here she was completely naked in front of this giant black man who was feasting upon her body with his eyes. She realized that. ." She paused thoughtfully, before deciding, "... Rosita." Shesnickered at how clever she found that, giving me a Spanish name. Icould only return a weak smile, hoping to get her on my side.The next day she declared that we were going out shopping, to get me someadditional clothing that was appropriate to my new status. I wasn'thappy about it but still didn't feel up to opposing her. We got into thecar but, unlike what I was accustomed to, she took the wheel. I satthere with my knees. I was rapidly loosing confidence in myself and his words were a comfort, "Sounds serious, tell you what, grab a six pack and we'll talk. I'm tired of looking at those books anyway."I got a six pack from the cooler, which was his private cooler, and followed him. I didn't know what to expect as I followed him to his truck. I got in the passenger side after he slid under the wheel and started the engine. Before he put the truck in drive he reached a hand for one of the cold beers. He took it and.