Soon, she came out dressed nicely in a short dress and announced to Jen and I that she had to go to a baby shower and would be back late. "Don't wait ...p for me you two. They said they were having wine and finger food so we may party a long time." She never asked Jen if she wanted to go. As far as I remembered, she had never told either of us she even had plans. Jen and I both found this to be very strange.I have no idea when Ann got home or came to bed. I don't think anything short of a bomb. And sometimes young girls. It all depends on his 'customers' tastes. Once the girls are brought to the country where the house is, they are lulled into a sense of security...until they get to the house. Once they get to the house, their identities and everything about them are ripped away forever...much like the clothing they are wearing. They don't exist anymore in their communities and are put through 'training' to become the perfect girls for the customers that visit the house.And there are. It was then that she noticed the black guy sitting next to her with his huge hard on out. She whispered in my ear that she was getting a little scared as she was beginning to get a bit swarmed. I wanted her to get off and told her to sit back and enjoy it. She was moaning and breathing harder as I felt that my own breath leave me, when the black guy made his move. By now my wife's eyes were closed as she was enjoying her pleasure. He gently rubbed her tits, pinching her now rock hard nipples as. He felt completely relaxed and sleepy. Everything was fuzzy, but not like when he was drunk. He knew should get up and find the others. It was getting warmer and clammy sweat started beading out, he could feel it pop out of his skin. There was a buzzing sound in his ears. He started to smell things, the leaves around him seemed thick with a scent of decay. The smell of the earth filled his nostrils, but not the dirt of home, but a rotting smell more like the compost pile his mother kept and.