" No, I want to tell you. You have a right to know about me." No one has a right to know anything you don't want them to," counseled the beautiful bla...k wife."You both have been so wonderful I feel as if I could tell you anything."And for the next few minutes Marianne related her life with her parents, her father's repeated rapes, her marriage to Cornelius and his perversions, his death, her life as a prostitute with her mother and father pimping her out to anyone with the money and finally her. Then rising up and placing his cock against her ass and feeling her grinding herself back into his hips, wanting him to please her and to make her cum. She wanted to be a slut. She wanted him to make her HIS slut.The feel of sinking his cock into her tight pussy and listening to her moan and beg for him to not stop made him shudder. He could almost hear her saying, “God yes, Daddy!!! Fill me up with that fat Daddy cock! Push all of my juices out of me!! I feel it running down my thighs, Daddy!. My wife smiled weakly and whispered she had to endure all this as she had agreed to do this. I knew she was completely naked below the sheet and completely immobile and helpless in the gyno bed. She asked the doc if all her examinations would be done in front of us. The doc smiled and told her –Doc: Well, I am doc, one is your husband, and the other one is your surrogate husband.She smiled weakly and resigned to her fate. Then the doctor started the examination. He pulled down the sheet. I assured her that she would look hot in one like that, and what was the difference she didn't know anyone there. She just smiled and said I was crazy. About lunchtime mom said she was going to the room to get something to eat and asked if I needed anything that she would be back in a little bit. I told her if she wanted to get us some beach chairs at the store beside our condo it would be great. She told me she would check them out and left. It seemed like mom was gone forever. I lay there.