Lightning, white on black velvet. Soft. Soft yet harsh. Now grey again. Grey. Dawn. Dawn is grey... Dawn is a pale hint in the eastern sky, fortelling...of a day blanketted with clouds, and again devoid of the warmth of the sun. I sit waiting, as I have for the past three hours, with teeth clenched against the arctic-like winds that gnaw at my feet and hands and bite at my exposed cheeks. That I would be here at all, or atleast in this position, never entered my mind until that news flash last. After a moment, he began to cycle his hips, and his cock in and out of her, driving Angela wild. I had to hand it to Angela, she sure played the role of a hot fuck, laying back, with her harms over her head in supplication as she gave herself to this stranger. They began to mutter back and forth, her praising his lovemaking and his endowment, and he told her he was claiming her for his very own, to fuck and show off when he wanted. She would be his slave, no panties ever, and would bear his. She smiled at me, "Had to be done," she said. "You were right, I was trying to defy you." Apreciating her honesty, and valuing our friendship I decided on something. "Whenever either of you are in bed with me, and we're naked, you can speak to me normally." I figured friends, even slaves, have to speak their minds sometimes. "You mean I can call you a cunt!" Wendy said jokingly. I was surprised at my reaction. I knew she was k**ding, but I reached down and grabbed her. My wife told me his loud yells of pleasure and the visual sight of his throbbing pre cum seeping erection aroused her very much.She pulled down on his balls gently with one hand and went up and down his shaft with her other experienced hand. She worked his dick faster and faster from his balls all the way up his shaft and back down.His moaning became even louder and continuous, “Oooohhh, oooohhh, oooohhh.”She focused her eyes on his cock head waiting for his cum eruption. My wife has always.