Over the last six months it has been a rare three-day period where we haven't spoken on the phone or shared emails. We both discovered that while we ...ere each living our own version of the American dream, it was not all that it had been cracked up to be and while the exterior of our marriages looked idyllic we both felt like we were missing some undefined element of happiness.Our parents died with nearly nothing in the bank and owing nearly nothing, so the estate was wrapped up easily enough. . The service itself started promptly at 1:00 PM and there were quite a few in attendance for a weekday afternoon. The reverend at the Markal family’s church, who had known the young lady since her birth and baptism, had the honor of officiating the service while several family members, friends, and even a couple of Saema’s childhood teachers all came up to the podium at one point or another to share their memories of her life and to express their deepest condolences about her tragic death.. He slid his hand into her underwear. It was wet. He fingered it for sometimes. She asked him to lick her pussy. He went down and slowly removed her pants and underwear. He took the panties and smelled the crouch area and licked the wet portion. He went down close to her pussy and spread her pussy lips to reveal the inner pink. He started to lick it with the tip of his tongue. She pushed his head towards her pussy and raised her hip as well. She was screaming in ecstasy and begged him to lick. One guy, Master J said that I could bring Marsha over for a lesson in discipline. We went that Friday night. It turned out that Master J was a Black Guy.He greeted us at the door wearing Leather pants and vest with no shirt. He was a well-built guy. As he talked to me, he squeezed Marsha's tits through her top. She just looked at me with a questioning face. I told Marsha that her jib tonight was to do whatever Master J told her to do without question. Before she could even speak, he slapped her.