I told him these were evidently recorded and not real. He assured me these were all "live" and real. I was sitting in his lap and he told me to look ...around with the mouse myself and see what I liked. As he was letting me do this I saw couples, some fat and really not pleasant to see, single men with face shots and finally a black man with his cock in his hand. I said " that is a really nice cock" when I meant as far as to look at and my husband heard me say it but thought it meant I liked. And held it. No demure look from her. In all my 24 years, I had never felt a gaze enter me and look at my inner core in such a way. I looked down at my own body to see that I was well presented, acceptable. My dark blue dress did look good on my body. A little cleavage, a little above the knee. When I looked back up, she was there. I smelt her perfume. She was still looking at me, but now with a slight smile. She went past me and as she did, she beckoned me with her finger to follow. I did!We. She looked up at me with gritted teeth."It's fucken Terry. That sonofabitch." Well we don't know that. Do you want to call the police?" What's the point! They'll say they don't have evidence. I hate him Micky....I fucken hate him!"I took her in my arms and felt her body convulse with the strength of her sobs. After 10 minutes she finally sat up."RIGHT.....enough of this feeling sorry for myself. I need to pack some stuff up and get over to yours. I'll get this sorted tomorrow."With that she. She then motioned me to join her in her bedroom. I quickly pulled out my wallet to check if I had protection. Sadly I didn’t have a single condom in any of the pockets, but Vanessa opened her dresser and tossed me a pack of Trojans. I then broke one off the pack and held it up to light, showcasing it for her. She then laid back on her bed and began to pull her shirt off. Meanwhile, I pulled off the button up I was wearing and was not standing there in basically my pants around my ankles, boxers.