Fuck that shit. Is Tom really that fucking delusional to think I’m going to go over PCS reports at 12:45 AM while my motherfucking marriage is on th... brink of unraveling?I reach to slam the laptop closed and notice that the invite is not from work. The return address is a Gmail I don't recognize. The subject attached reads: You’re invited to join the fun!Opening the feed, I maximize the screen. My nerves are frayed, trembling with anger mixed with an odd dose of intrigue. The link brings me to. .. her surroundings, her body... and suddenly fell back into a faint.******************************************Kristen awoke in a dark room with her friend Daniel leaning over her, "Kristen? You ok?" Yes..." she got out shakily, looking around the room. The witch was sitting there looking smug, her friends were looking at her as if totally shocked. "What's going on?"Assured that she was ok, Daniel - being the only male in the room - suddenly grinned, "You sure fuck good... I never would have. Finally Lamar broke the silence.”Bobby, come here and keep an eye on this guy, it’s time for the main event!”They traded the gun, and while Bobby kept it pressed to my head, Lamar knelt in front of me.”Seems like you wife likes a little dark meat doesn’t it?” he said, his teeth flashing in a big smile.”Guess you just haven’t been man enough for the little slut.”I really just wanted to crawl away and die at this point. My wife was a slut. She was being ****d by three hugely hung black men and. I pinched it slightly and with my other hand grabbed a nipple. I bit my lip to keep from moaning and pushed my finger fully inside my warm, wet hole. I took my shorts and panties all the way off and raised my legs onto the sides of the stall (cheerleader trick) and leaned back with the plumbing awkwardly against my spine, but all my focus was between my legs. I didn’t know how much time I would have before the teacher, Miss Lamm, would come to check on me, so I worked my pussy into a rapid.