Bob's heart stopped.
His head whirled in disbelief at the vision that 'flickered suddenly before his eyes on the giant screen. It was Carol's face staring up at the camera with glazed unseeing eyes. Her mouth was wide open wide, gasping fish-like up into the room.
"My God, it can't be," he groaned.
The view switched to the camera at the foot of the bed again and the thick fleshy c**k of Harry Burns was outlined clearly pistoning wetly into the hair-lined opening of his wife's cunt. He was holding her legs back far over her head so that he had the greatest possible access to her helpless widespread loins. Her buttocks were presented up to him in white defenseless sacrifice as his monstrously thick c**k speared in and out of her without the slightest grain of mercy. His finger was sunk de
