To be sure it had gone smoothly, despite the intervention of Lady Belinda and Lord Fox. By back-tracking several times during the trip away from the r...obbery, by simply reigning in and sitting still in the darkness and listening Groat was certain that they had not been followed. During their conversation he had agreed with Lady Belinda that if ever questioned they had spent the evening, after the Lady Belinda had summoned Groat for company, until late playing ‘tables’ or backgammon, as some. They all knew the same mind numbing spell.Every one of them had felt their manhood being sucked out of them over a week's time but had no idea what was happening until it was too late. Each one had watched her beautiful wife being turned into a willing whore, begging to service Mobuto or anyone he commanded. Each felt the same constant and all consuming sexual tingling that increases exponentially while being sexually humiliated. They knew the emotional torture of a broken, pathetic weeping. Just as long as we don't get started talking," Emma thought as she put the car in gear.Emma had met Terri and her husband, Paul, at a neighborhood cookout some three years ago. And while their husbands were casual neighborhood acquaintances, Emma had quickly became friends with the outgoing and vivacious brunette. She appreciated Terri's humor, and the way she always seemed to laugh at herself. Emma thought Terri had been hilariously straightforward about the fact that her perfect 'C' cup. She went down the stairs to eat a large breakfast, she was going to enjoy her day off from work. She took her toast and coffee out on the terrace to enjoy on that lovely day, just in the beginning of April. She was only wearing a skimpy, pink nightgown that ended just below her round butt and a matching thong underneath the nightgown. She usually did not like sleeping in a bra and she thought that the neighbors would not be looking into her yard this early in the morning. She let her blond hair.