He dragged me to the living room’s wooden table and ordered me to bend over there. This table was perfect for his purposes, with my legs dangling ov...r one edge, and my head dropping backwards over the other side end.Jasper offered the first guy to take my mouth again.I heard him unzipping his shorts and soon I screamed loud in pain as his thick black cockhead pushed into my very tight anal rosebud…Jasper laughed, saying a nice married white slut like me, deserved a hard big black cock up her. I suppose I should be surprised to be able tomake out such detail, but, despite all sanity, she still…glows. Maybe "glow" isthe wrong description. She…radiates. She is brighter and more distinctthan the world around. "Come here." I start, my body feeling a jolt of shock. Do ghosts talk? Do they not waftethereally about and look sad and vanish? Don't they moan? They don't talk,and they certainly don't have such a note of command, In a voice so rich anddeep. Involuntarily, my left foot lifts off. .” Lyn said, before I could answer.“Why is he here?” Sarah asked, ignoring me.“Because your mother brought him here,” said an older woman, as she entered the room, “and I’ll remind you to mind your manners, young lady. He is a guest, and will be treated accordingly.” She then looked at me, a genuine smile on her face, and said, “I’m Lyn’s mum, though I prefer Betty.”I held my hand out, but was surprised when Betty ignored it, instead coming and giving me a firm hug. Instantly, I thought that. A few days ago I'd blown her world to bits. She'd worn a chastity belt all day, milked it to get an extra sale, put up with Eddie's fumbling and yet here she was playing this guy and me both at once.It wasn't only her smile that made me marry her. The big mystery was why she married me. I kept coming back to that— I had to raise my game. Part of it might be letting Carol fuck other guys. I'd never been someone who was turned on by that. I know some are, but on the other hand, if she wasn't.