Helen moved the cam onto a dresser overlooking the bed. She got on all fours asking me if the cam could see it all. Then she laid on her back with her...legs open like she was fucking a black man. I told her the cam was in a perfect position where I should be able to see her get fucked.There was a knock on the door. Sam and his friend were there. I remote rotated the cam to see the door. Helen opened the door. Both men walked in and wasted no time putting their black hands on my wifes white ass. ”While Carmel and Simon were looking up at Justin in disbelief, I called Oliver. “Oliver, where are you?” I asked him.“Waiting for you with Jock and Cantara. We are in the canteen,” he replied.“Find some transport and head to the hospital. I’ve shot a sniper and have a car bomb that needs removal. You three need to come and record the scene for me please,” I asked him.Oliver groaned and replied, “Will do, Boss.”Carmel heard Oliver’s reply and looked daggers at me. In a frigid voice, she said,. I steeled myself for more blows, focusing on keeping the little plug in my abused ass. This time you started out a slower pace, and lighter, landing stinging blows at the bottom of my ass and back of my thighs. After another 20 you stopped again. "How you doing, babe?" you asked, resting a gentle hand on the small of my back. "I'm okay," I replied, a little breathlessly. "Good girl. Ready for part three?" My breath caught in my throat at the thought of more, but I responded resolutely,. I'd wager he will havesomething to say about that." No sir, please don't do that," said Burt."Are you talking back to me man?" No. Sorry." Burt removed his cap and stared down at the floor dourly."Get out of here and get back to work," snapped Lord Hurley. "Now!"Burt hurried off down the path, wishing he'd just kept his head down andwent on working. It was awful to think that this nasty man had once soughthis hand in marriage. Now instead, he treated Burt like he was inhuman.It was so.