The African husband was now dancing with her. The African lady pulled me onto the sofa and sat me down putting one of her hands on my crotch. The othe... two guys too took seats and we all watched the couple on the floor dancing slowly in a tight embrace and in sexual heat. My wife was grinding her crotch against the bulge of his dick. Her head was buried in his chest as he pressed her body against his. Then, slowly, he caressed his hand down the side of her hips and up her mini skirt between her. Mother Fucker! I was infuriated and desperately tried to break free, struggling in futility against the ropes, which only served to dig them deeper into my flesh. A thin layer of sweat broke out on my skin and I muttered curses as I struggled. If these ropes come loose, I’m going to scratch His goddamn eyes out. He said my name calmly, quietly. Again, I didn’t hear Him. He said it louder. ?Stay with Me, here?? He condescended, as if I were an idiot who couldn’t understand, which did. More

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