Tears spring unbidden to the corners of my eyes as a mist descends in equal measure to spread my humiliation and depression, an echo of life as it is ...ow and not as it was then. Black patent heels appear blurredly before me and I linger on the blood red painted toe nails that peer aggressively from the front opening of the shoe. No stocking this time hides the glow of warm flesh as it rises before me, shaping calves that twitch as toned muscles perform an intricate ballet as they carry this. She tried to push him away but she wasn’t strong enough. She looked to her husband to see if he could control things a bit more but he was in a zone, fingering his asshole and stroking his tiny cock, insane with arousal. Things were just beginning to heat up in his mind, just the way he wanted. He wanted Kamal to use his wife and it didn’t matter to him if she enjoyed it or not. Kamal grabbed a handful of Mrs. Waterman’s hair again and flipped her over on her knees. She was grateful for. Together, they had been to several movies, a musical review, and restaurants. The couple enjoyed being together in public — but job pressures, extended family, other friends, etc had prevented the two from being together, for any length of time, in private. This weekend , for whatever reasons, neither had any obligations. Only the obligations of enjoying and having fun together. Lots of FUN and PLEASURE. Brenda was about 5′ 5′, 135 pounds, brown hair, brown eyes, somewhat athletic, with. It was her first time. And when she was frightened that she might be pregnant, he didn’t seem to be concerned for her. When she found out that she wasn’t pregnant, he just wanted sex again. She knew that if she came home pregnant, she would be kicked out of the house. He told her that he had found someone else and that girl loved having sex with him…and he then called her a “nasty name” for what she liked to do to him. He must have called her a “cocksucker”. Then he told her that a few of his.