I walked behind my husband and quickly grabbed his cock as hard as I could and pulled it free from the slut’s pussy, my husband was so fucking scare..., stuttering he said hi honey, What the fuck are you doing you prick I screamed, what are you doing, you don’t fuck me in the ass, do you I cried out, I can explain please cried my husband, please let me explain he still cried, who the fuck is that, look at the state of her I wailed, get the fuck out my house you slut I screamed at her, get fucking. As she bent to give me coffee I caught her hand and drew her to me. She fell on me and gave me smile. I asked her ” amma (mother) will you be my wife?” She turned her head down shyly and answered ” I have always been unlucky in my life. I had a bad marriage, a drunk husband, poor house. I had to pawn all my jewels. Now in my middle age I have the luck of being mother to a son, who has looked after so well. You have given me everything. A woman wants a nice home, a person who will look after. I rolled down my window and in very broken english she stated that she needed help with getting her car seat out of the back seat. So at the time i found nothing strange or weird so i hoped out of my vehicle to help her. She also climbed out and was wearing a short demin skirt that showed off her very thick legs and very big ass. I stood there behind her as she opened the back door to her suv and i just kept thinking to myself this is how i get k**napped.Throughout this whole time that she was. "Quit it!" He scowled. "You'll like her." I see." Quit it!" He whined. "I'm gone; I'll see you at four." I see." I couldn't resist, but I also couldn't hold back the laughter any longer. He groaned and marched out.I made sure my schedule was cleared for the evening and at a little after 4pm, I went to Mokuba's office and waited patiently as he argued – in French – with one of our major buyers about the price for some impressive modifications."Henri, I don't think you understand who you're.