From a young age she taught me about topfreedom. We had no issue with female breasts. She would usually be topless around the house anyway, or at leas... she wore something sheer.One day, after coming home from school, I told my mother about how we had been discussing sex at school. She laughed and told me I was growing into a woman. I smiled.When we got home I asked her about pubic hair. I had seen her bush many times before. She was moderately hairy, but nothing too wild. Her bush looked like. The video had been shot using his cell phone and he purposely made sure to show my wife’s face while he fucked her so wildly. In a later occasion, he sent me another link…This time I was shocked, as the filthy nigger had recorded the whole action using his laptop.The video clearly showed my wife on her hands and knees, being fucked hard by Shawn from behind, while he grabbed her hair pulling her head up with her looking straight up into his laptop.Anita was screaming and moaning loud with his. "Darien? What is the meaning of this? What are you doing in my office?" she asks, her undertone giving away her displeasure by his presence at her office, sitting on her chair.Darien raises his hand, and shows Agatha a clear plastic bag, with white powder on it. Agatha stares at the bag, speechless, with no reaction whatsoever."Agatha ... This ... I never expected this from someone like you," he says."What are you saying? What is that? That's not mine, Darien," she replies, keeping herself. Her arms were stretched to their limit, the cord binding her wrists attached to the legs at the foot of the couch. She stood on tiptoes, calves spread wide, her ankles attached to the opposite legs... With the hem of her skirt tucked into its waistband and her cheer panties at half mast, stretched wide between her knees it was impossible to hide her private parts from this leering nerd. "Damn!, how could I have been so stupid, me and my big mouth" she fumed inwardly. She clenched her rear.