One divider was preset to be a dungeon, with shackles and whips covering it. On the floor, in piles, were several mattresses. Some had restraints sewn...onto them, but most were just plain mattresses. Several small tables were set around, and some padded sawhorses. But most obvious were the artifacts of videography, including super-duty fluid head tripods and high-wattage light stands.I had a chance to casually glance around, but then a man approached us. Angela introduced him as her husband. She had to lean over when she put the dish on the table and that scoop-necked blouse she was wearing showed those gorgeous tan breasts. Her nipples were covered, but enough of her was displayed to make me want to forget about dinner. And take her anywhere she wanted to give me pleasure with her body. As my brother continually tells me, "Bro, you got one fuckin' hot woman!"I was about to have a conversation with her that I had promised Hope to see how far she would go sexually with others. I was. "YOU!" a man with a barbaric accent pointed to her. "YOU ARE THE BITCH WHO KILLED MY UNCLE GROAT!" The man recalled many stories of a Roman girl with long flaming red hair who had done this to his distant relative. He vowed revenge if he ever had the opportunity."Get back into place," Lucius ordered. "You have to be in arena in a few minutes." It was my mother who killed your uncle," Attia stated. Her heart was pounding in fear."I KILL YOU NOW!" the man drew his sword. Lucius started for his. I watched her every movements from there. Then Reeta went to open the main door of our house and she slowly half close the door and went to the sofa in the drawing room and took rest there. She was a little bit nervous as appeared from her face. I was witnessing everything from the staircase from dark area. My wife was wearing her pink nighty, which is slightly down on her neckline. From top her BOOBS are clearly visible as the cleavage was wide. She was biting her nail. Sometimes latter the.