But little did I realize that we had reached the destination. We got down, she paid and reluctantly started walking ahead. As I was paying my money di...sappointed in having ended it all, she turned back to smile at me. That was all I needed. I left the remaining money with the rickshawalla and ran towards her. I was shocked that a career-oriented person like me could forget all the commitments and meetings and stalk on a random married woman. Nevertheless, I proceeded. She was expecting me, to. That night as I lay in bed, try as I might, it was Cathy Summerville’s face that entered my head as the rabbit buzzed between my legs. I tried but couldn’t make the images disappear and in the end, it was Cathy Summerville’s small pink teenage nipples I sucked, Cathy Summerville’s dripping wet pussy I licked and Cathy Summerville moaning in my head as I took her, my body racked with a shuddering orgasm that left me drained as I fucked Cathy Summerville in my head.From then on, she seemed to be. . then heard her swallowing again. These guys were abusing her, degrading my slut wife, using her as nothing more than a cum dumpster, taking advantage of her body to empty their balls, and I was loving it. I heard quite a bit of movement on the bed, and a bit of laughter - it was then that I realized that there might be as many as ten guys in here, waiting for their turn on my girl. "Ouch! Gentle, baby," my wife winced. "Babe?" I asked, concerned. "It's okay, honey, I just wasn't ready for. Catch the train to Britomart station." Appears on the screen "Yes Master " she replies. Now standing at the Henderson train station on a bright warm sunny day in a bright yellow PVC raincoat looking like a sex worker. A group of older men leer at her long legs and her bare ass cheeks framed by her underwear as she bends over at the waist to supposedly adjust the strap on her jimmy choos.The train arrives. As she boards the train the men follow her on to the carriage and sit near her. They talk.