Shegoes to the closet and gets two more ties, which she uses tofasten your feet to the footboard. You are now spread-eagled, face up, and it crosses y...ur mind that it would havebeen advantageous if you had removed your clothes first. Andthe ties she has used were expensive silk. It would probablybe better if you didn't pull too hard and damage thematerial.When you are fully bound to the bed, she again mounts thebed and straddles your head. She grips the bottom edge ofher shirt, and pulls it up. He would snarl and entrap her against the wall again grinding his fist into the wall behind her head, "You do not get to speak about her." It was obvious the topic of his wife was off limits and a tender subject. He would stare into her eyes before they turned cold and demanding, "That is exactly what I should do to you." Once again his lips would capture her own and draw blood as he took it in making himself stronger. Cupping her buttocks he would lift her tossing her upon the duvet that was. Two bored-looking deliverymen in overalls were standing outside with a large packing case on a trolley. She grabbed her bag and yanked open the door to get rid of them. "Look, you must have the wrong..." Her words were cut short by a terrible burning sensation in her eyes, nose and mouth as the spray hit her full in the face. Caitlin fell backwards and clawed at her agonized throat. She was being rolled onto her front - something sharp stabbed through her jeans and a cold sensation began to. I was shocked. Here was my dominant husband, the one for whom I live to please, being utterly dominated by a true man. There he was, hunkered over on our bed with his white ass sticking in the air and his asshole stretched by a thick black dick. When he saw me, he was startled and tried to get up, but Derrell pushed him back on the bed, called him a "white bitch" and kept fucking his ass. I sat down on the armchair and watched my husband get ass-fucked. I was really and truly conflicted. It.