” Her grin was crafty.“What game is it?”“Its called,” Amber looked me directly in the eye`s straight faced, “Fuck Barbie with the beer bot...le.” She laughed, “Barbie always used to ask.” She said innocently.“And Ken always obliged?”“Yes.” She lowered her gaze, a little in shame i think, “But he had a certain way of doing it.”“Which is?” i was so turned on at this point. “Well,” Amber passed me the bottle. “Ken always dressed her up a little, handcuffed her and then gave her a touch of his belt. Hiding the tears yet again.A week later the washer was making a funny sound, so she told her husband about it at dinnertime. He told her to call a repairman and get it fix. So she called and set up a appointment. She told her husband about the appointment he just patted her hand and went to bed.The day came for the appointment, with her dressed in a simple skirt outfit with a blouse that buttoned up in the front; it was a nice dress for shopping and entertaining guest. It brought out her curves. "I texted him I was here and got out of my car. My legs felt so weak walking up to the door. I knocked and it didn't take long for him to answer. When he opened the door I saw a gorgeous 6'3 210lb dark skinned black man wearing nothing but a pair of basketball shorts. He had tattoos covering his arms and chest and very defined set of six pack abs. He was totally built and exactly what I had been dreaming about.He told to me to come in and I did but I was quiet. I was too scared to speak I just. As I slowly decay in this chamber, my stomach has now starting to digest itself searching for life giving nourishment. The cramps are as painful as the realization of my imminent demise and a reminder of the torture I have yet to experience. So I dream of that face, that face that looked at me so lovingly and completely. That face that did not realize that she was not sneaking intimate relations with her husband to be, but with his identical twin. She called me Richard, she never knew the.