Then I saw my husband was standing there in the darkness, looking at me and jerking his own dick.Victor smiled and told the black guys to hold me down... as he sodomized me. I tried to escape from there as I heard him; but some pairs of strong black hands held me in position facing the mattress. I cried and buried my face into a pillow, as I sensed Victor climbing into the bed,Then I felt his thick cock invading my very tight asshole and I screamed in pain. But those nigger bastards held me back. I smiled down at her, set my camera aside and unbuttoned her blouse, then took a few more shots of her. I untied her from the chair, but kept her wrists bound, helped her to stand and bent her over the side of the desk. I took pictures of her in profile lying over the desk, from the front, and finally from the rear. I was quite hands-on in shifting her sideways, to a central position at the side of the desk in that I grasped her hips as if I was shagging her, then physically moved her. I. Fortunately, they were tasteful heels and not quite the "stripper" shoes she thought her husband might go for. Finally, she put on the jewelry, grabbed her card, and took a deep breath. Looking at herself again in the full-length mirror, Andee could barely see any resemblance of the mother and wife that she left behind in Toronto. It would be pretty obvious to just about anyone who wanted to look that she wasn't wearing anything underneath the tiny slip of red fabric. Although, even she had to. Hardshaft , I presume " , I warmly smiled.I immediately recognized her from the tabloids, offering my firm handshake. The face to face first impression is more than a mere formality, it's a kind of living resume meant to add an air of confidence and associate success with your name."I'm …" Which she saw right through. "Cut the shit, detective. Don't try to impress me with practiced one liners or try to make me associate your name with success. You're starving and I'm about to save.