One hand grabs her tit and squeezes it, pinching, twisting, and tugging on the hard nipple. My other hand roams about her body, rubbing down her stoma...h towards her pubic area, it travels down her legs and back up the inside of her thighs. I touch her all over her without touching her pussy. I start to work my hand into the waist band of her bottoms, but meet resistance as she pulls my hand away. I move my lips from hers and work around to her ears, nibbling on the lobes. I hear her breathing. Right now, those knots almost burned as they tightened up a little more in fear and apprehension. It wouldn’t hurt so much if there had been any food in her stomach. She didn’t want to do this, she told herself, but she’d run out of options over a week ago, and her sense of desperation was driving her now. It was about all that she had left. She just hoped that she didn’t throw up again. She watched his back from a rear three-quarter view. He seemed nice, she told herself. He didn’t look rough. When we got to the condo, ‘She’ just wouldn’t back off. I got out of the car and walked around to open her door. I was going to stuff my cock back into my pants, but nope! Kendi quickly stopped me and sucked me into her mouth.“Kendi! The security cams!”“They need a good time too!”“I want to take you upstairs.”“I wonder if I can make it all the way home with you in my mouth?”At this point I figured, what the hell. I began to walk sideways with Kendi bent over sideways and me in her mouth. We got. This really had my interest as to what she was doing with it. I'm very technology savvy and have done some surveillance work for friends, so I set my computer up with some hidden microphones to record when there was enough sound. I was going to get to the bottom of this.It only took a day to hear her talking on the phone to one of her friends about it happening again and that she could come over on Friday to watch the tape. I couldn't believe that my loving wife would show someone else.