I decided to give myself a one second burst just for heck of it.I touched the prongs to my naked thigh, pushed the button, and...HOLY MOTHER OF GOD. W...APONS OF MASS DESTRUCTION. WHAT THE... !!!I'm pretty sure Hulk Hogan ran in through the side door, picked me up in the recliner, then body slammed us both on the carpet, over and over and over again. I vaguely recall waking up on my side in the fetal position, with tears in my eyes, body soaking wet, both nipples on fire, testicles nowhere to be. I decided, rather than making this too educational, to keep the explanation at a personal level, describing things between her and me rather than some hypothetical other couple."A lot of women find that helpless feeling VERY exciting; it's like they're no longer responsible for what happens, for what's done to them, for what they're doing or how they're responding, okay? And you can play games too, pretend, like you're a prisoner or a slave girl even!"She nodded, her expression and eyes. I climbed off and asked the other guys who would be next. This Latin guy Joe just stared into my eyes and, without a single word, he pulled me onto his lap. I straddled him, gasping in discomfort, as I felt his very thick cockhead impaling my cunt in just a single push.As I bounced onto Joe, I stroked the third guy’s dick, which was the smallest one; but however, it was even bigger than my hubby’s.I rocked back and forth onto Joe for no more than a minute, before I felt an orgasm building in. ”“She was probably driving or otherwise indisposed. Try Gary.”“Hello, Gary?” she said after a couple rings.“No, no. We already left. It almost turned ugly, but we were saved by someone else.” She turned and considered her brother. “Seems Al prefers kisses over breathing.”Al could hear laughter over the phone. Betty frowned. “We’ll meet you at the Waffle House like we planned.” She was silent for a moment before continuing. “No, there’s no need to kick anyone’s ass. It’s best forgotten, though.