I remember you, though…’ . That had led them into a bit of chat about the old days, pleasant reminiscence over old parties, hometown events and f...iends. Greg couldn’t begin to fathom why she seemed so sad about it, and because of that, he’d noticed something else about her. She seemed so… tired. None of the old sparkle in those pretty light green eyes of hers. Worn out. He would bet her future hadn’t been what she’d hoped it would be, and not wanting to pry open wounds, he’d settled for. I had woken up to the bed gently moving and I assumed he was fucking her again (As he did throughout the nights we spent together-I would eventually fall asleep and wake up to her riding him or him on top of her ).What I saw was Jerome laying on his side with her head on top of his bottom thigh and his other leg around her head and he was gently and sensuously moving his big beautiful black dick in and out of my wife's ,warm, soft mouth! The contrast was beautiful! His big ,thick black dick,. Not long after I finished, Mrs. Cage came back in the room, alonewithout Mr. Cage. Silently she released my cuffed wrists and helped meoff the horse. I don't think she noticed my wet panties, but I'd knowshe'd see them when I was put back into diapers.She took me back to the nursery and up on the changing table. I feltthe heat of embarrassment - wearing little girl clothes, it was awonder I could still be embarrassed -- when she saw my wet panties."It's not you fault," she said softly. "You're. What is she going to think when she sees me? [ sobbing] we can never make love again. She'll never believe this. She'll never believe me. What's happened to me? Jesus!D. She'll believe you.J. No. No she won't, no one will. You don't fucking believe me! I don't even know what's going on!D. It's okay.J. Are you going to call her?D. We'll call her when we can.J. No! Call her now! I'm going to forget! Tonight when I sleep everything will be gone! There is no way to tell what I have forgotten.