Jessica and this is my husband, Andrew ... or Andy, for short. He’s been curious about the whole... ‘hot wife’ scene for a while now, but I thin... that he still struggled with it. The idea of being a permanent plaything to another man was perhaps a bit much for his jealousy to handle for a moment there, but that’s why I suggested that he join me in your service. Then we’d never be apart, right? We could serve you as a couple, as a team. So, we are yours now, right?” Jessica pleaded with me, not. I went inside where I could observe him while he ate an al fresco dinner. I sipped my G & T and watched.His server was an African-American woman in her late 20s. The short video I shot there confirmed what I had thought at the time. He had a pleasant demeanor that gave no hint of racial bias.But the way he watched her, studied her. It took me a moment to flash on an old recollection ... Folsom reminded me of a panther that I had once seen in the Kansas City zoo. I was watching it because the. Pretty much through it all she was staring lovingly into Maria's eyes. Well, she was occasionally looking around her at the watching women, most of whom were now behind her so that they could get a good look at her obscenely stretched butt hole, Natasha taking great pleasure at seeing the looks on their faces.And Pepper's of course. And Pepper's pert little titties bouncing ever so slightly with every thrust into Natasha's ass. But mostly she stared downwards at the woman she loved, somehow the. Lendon's burning eyes gazed out hypnotically, his hand still resting tense upon the door, and his breath escaped quite audibly, amplifying the appearance of his heavily heaving chest. How!? It had been such a long time, and he was certain that she was gone, and yet, there she stood out upon the road. His entire perception of reality began to crumble, and the strong-hearted Lendon felt his feet lift and twirl beneath him, and just as quickly as he had rushed out, he had disappeared within the.