" But my name is Robert Ma... I mean Ms. Beverly." Yes I know but it's really to macho don't you think? I mean that's whatI think Bobbie and I think w... should think the same thing don't youBobbie?" I suppose so Ms. Beverly." Good girl Bobbie, now tell me what Cathy had you wear the day shedressed you?"Bobbie had started to object to being referred to as a good girl but hefelt it was just probably a slip of the tongue so ignored it, besidesBeverly's hand felt so wonderful on his pantied. I tried to struggle free but it just tightened there grip. One guy came around in front of me, knelt down and slid his hands up the outside of my thighs to my panties and pulled them down and off before I knew what was happening. I tried to stop him but the guys were to strong. I felt two hands rubbing my pussy really hard and rough as the guy who had removed my panties stood up and told me to open my mouth. I did and he quickly jammed my panties into my mouth. “That should keep her quite”, he. She rolled over, raised her upper body to gaze at the mess of her gaping pussy. Her husband kissed her and whispered something into her lips. She glanced at me. In far more than a whisper, she responded to him while holding my eyes. “I don’t know. You’d have to ask her. Or command her.” She winked at me.He turned to face me, “Slut, you’ve cleaned my cock after we fucked. You’ve greedily swallowed my cum when you sucked me. Are you slut enough to clean my wife’s messy and well-fucked. “No baby girl, no, no no. What have I done?” I can only lay against his chest as he holds me in his arms, tears streaming down my face. I can tell he is upset and didn’t think it would this way. It’s been so long since this has happened. He takes the cuffs off and wraps me in the blanket. I have no idea what time it is or even what day it is. I am laying in a bed still wrapped in the blanket. I can hear Sir moving around in the other room. I stand up to make my way to find him and he hears me.