Perverse as it may seem, I would fantasize about sucking a cock, while she was sucking me. I’m sure when she saw the joy on my face she thought I wa...s enjoying the fellatio I was receiving. Little did she know what was giving me that look. Debbie took a job at a Real Estate office as a secretary, and with her income and mine, we decide we could afford to get married. The Real Estate office handled some rental property, and she found us a small cottage to rent. Even though the furnishings were. She also wondered why she was so curious about the women who plied their trade behind the barrier. What kind of women were they? And then, the question that had been haunting her for the last half-hour--and that she refused to face-- was what would it be like to be one of those women? Kevin would absolutely kill her if he knew what she was thinking. She stripped off her clothes, added new lipstick and brushed her hair. A few sprays of perfume in the right places and she was prepared for his. Kept asking to see my tits.'My wife grabbed my cock and started stroking it.'Oh baby, I've been a bad girl', she said. 'I was a little drunk and he was so persistent and kinda cute. I was just so angry at you from before and I wanted to get back at you and so... well... I pulled my dress down a little and flashed him.''Is that all?' I mumbled with half my wife's tit in my mouth.'Erm, no', she replied. 'Well, I kind of let him touch them. He just began cupping them before I had chance to cover. Donald lay still on the bed.“Honey.” I called softly.“Hnngg?” He grunted and opened one eye.“We have to get you to a hospital.”“C-can’t afford it.” He croaked.“I don’t care. There’s a reason he did this to you.”“He hates white people.”I didn’t think that was it. Honestly, I was surprised he hadn’t done something worse to Stace than tie her up and gag her.“What’s this?” I noticed a corner of paper sticking out from under the pillow by Donald’s head.“Nothing.” He groaned and tried to cover it.