He had turned the oversized estate into a palace, and now every piece fit together seamlessly, as if it had been one careful construction from the sta...t. A smart choice, cheaper than his predecessors’ oversized contributions, and far more effective. Clever, and all the more dangerous for it. The path became cobbled as she passed the opened gate, the soft thud of her horse’s hooves turning to sharp clops as they met the stately paving stones beneath. With a practiced eye, she noted that the wall. Laura, the girl who had caught the bouquet, joined us in our play from time to time and not long after our wedding, she found a young man and they were wed shortly thereafter. It didn't take long for us to begin "wife swapping" as it was called in those days. Laura and her new husband John were eager participants and John and I loved to watch our wives giving pure pleasure to each other. There were a few other couples in the area who we played with from time to time but Laura and John were our. I had sounded a few times to be careful of some of her male friends who cast her with their greedy eyes. Devious bastards, I used to think!! She began drinking too often. Preeti started bringing these friends to our home especially when our family wasn’t around and I was beginning to get a bad feeling if my sister had already become prey to their malicious desires. I went to bed after the party and had a bad feeling about my sister and to whom she was falling prey to. She certainly was a very. I was his bitch, his slut. I fucking loved it…and I started to moan…My first orgasm hit me as soon as I felt my clit stretch down and touch his big black cock, I told him I was cumming. It meant nothing to him- and I loved that. He was using me, impaling me for HIS pleasure, and I was loving being used. It was even so much more than I thought it would be, and I know that my husband was catching it all on tape. I so felt like one of those black cock sluts that we watched all the time during.