There were half a dozen duffel bags full of shoes and a small mountain of stylish, designer clothes in the middle of the living room. We'd spent the w...hole weekend moving her in. It was Sunday night. We'd finally finished getting the last few boxes and collapsed together on the couch, nestled in amongst a tulle petticoat and a bag of bathrobes. For a moment, I felt cold and numb; terrified, really. What the hell was I thinking... there was no way this could work... my god, she's here, she lives. I screamed “please Peter stop I said I’d pay” he smiled and said “It’s time to see a real man” and dropped his pants in front of my wife she was amazed, his huge thick cock was swinging between his legs, Peter North was humiliating me in front of my wife, he used his massive hands to push my wife’s head into his cock and he moaned, I could see she loved it. I was so jealous of peters body and cock and I couldn’t stop him as my wife was sucking him off.after a couple of minutes of him caressing. “And now, because I didn’t betray you, you’re going to kill me?” “I have to. I’ll be saddened, of course. I truly thought of you as a friend. But business must always come first.” Hearing him admit that he was willing to kill me, I battled with myself. My heart rejoiced, finally a way out no more bloody hands or bloody thoughts. But my mind recoiled at the very thought of standing there, dying, without trying to at least save myself. ‘Survival,’ my mind whispered, ‘we must survive or take him. While one hand thrust inside her the other reached for the dildo, picked it up and held it just above her mouth. She licked a tip, then began to suck it, taking it deep as though it were a penis. He watched, his member hardening at the scene just before him, as she slowly eased the dildo inside her vagina. She paused to suck her damp fingers, and then fucked herself deep with both hands, thrusting away with abandon. After a time she turned over, raised herself onto her knees, and continued as.