To take measurement of my wife breast she turned he put inch tape on her juicy globes and pressed them hard n stated rubbing fingers on her fair back ...strips. It hurt her n she started biting her lips which aroused her n tailor got a green signal and he brushed his monster black hands on her side breast hard in name of measuring cups of breast n started touching her tool on her ass crack . i started rubbing my cock by seeing this and there my loving innocent wife was turning in a bitch, she. Wha?!? I probably did the dumbest thing possible. I ran. Slamming my bedroom-door behind me, I threw myself on the bed, and waited for her to come and humiliate me. Two hours later, she called me for dinner. I was grateful, that Gran pretended nothing had happened. Or maybe, she had only been half awake, and my standing there, with my hand in my pants, hadnt really registered. Either way – I was relieved. And that night, I had new visions to entertain me, while jacking off. I imagined myself. I thought I could sneak off, find my mother later..." She was silent for a bit, staring ahead through the windscreen. "He was very charming; talked me into going with him." She fell silent for several minutes before asking, "Where are you going?"I thought for a moment. I'd been intending to overnight near Leeds and make a call near there the next day but perhaps that wasn't the best idea. It didn't matter; I hadn't booked anything."What were you wanting to do?" I responded with another. Was that all of the hooded mofos, or was this some kind of trick? Or, like many other terrorists and bullies, were they simply cowards who couldn’t take even minor resistance without backing off or backing down? Well, I supposed that we were about to find out.“Don’t shoot ... we surrender!” one of the last three put up his hands as Tara ripped off his hood.“What’s your name, freak?” I deliberately insulted the asshole, mostly because I was fucking pissed.Wilbur, Jr. would likely survive, but.