And honestly, if you think THAT about me, you don’t know me very well at all. You know for a fact Becky hasn’t been my only lover because you know...Jocelyn and I went to Cincinnati together. But I don’t say ‘yes’ to just anyone who asks. Far from it. But for Becky, this is something the two of us want to do together.”“I’d prefer you didn’t do it here.”“And if I should visit with my wife? Will we need to sleep in separate bedrooms?”“Don’t be flip, Mike.”“I just want to know what the rules. She leaned forward in it, scared at what might happen.John, still standing, leaned forward and asked, "What kind of fag listens to his own wife get fucked by a stranger. I ought to kick your fucking ass."Stephen flinched as if from a blow. He was a good looking man, professional in appearance, about the same size as his wife in height. Obviously somewhat wealthy, with a nice head of hair sporting a fifty dollar haircut."Look at me," John said, and when Stephen lifted his eyes to John's, John. The cum was pouring from her pussy. You could see thecum was also mixed with blood. It was clear there was a lot of damage to her pussy, cervix and maybe even her womb. The room reeked of sex and the bed was a pool of cum and blood.I walked over to her and shook her awake. She screamed loudly and I asked her what happened and she started to cry. I repeated "WHAT THE FUCK HAPPENED HERE! You look like you've been gangbanged by 50 guys by the shape of your pussy and all the cum that seems to be in. "You! You look like the perfect volunteer! And you look like you have not had enough fun tonight!"I was to follow Donna who would change and magically transform me for the audience. Master Rob assured me that I was in good hands and would be well taken care of by Donna. I didn't really know how to react but the prospect of following this stunning lady didn't sound too bad. She took my hand and led me away from the stage into a sort of dressing room in the back. This looked like fun. Donna.