"Your bimbo!"His hand cracked down. My orgasm erupted. I was Frank's bimbo wife. I loved it. I loved being his. I couldn't wait to whip up my compound...and improve him. I shuddered in delight as the pleasure rushed to my mind."Yes! Yes!" I screamed as I pictured our future. We would make women into beautiful bimbo's, and Frank would enjoy them. That would make him so happy. He deserved to be happy for what he invented. For what he did to me.Frank's hand gently squeezed my burning ass. I gasped. I came again and after 15 minutes he shot off in me and climbed off only to be replaced by another cock. They repeated this and kept handing me tequila and I kept drinking it. I have vague memories of the nioght as they kept taking turns fucking me and giving me more alcohol. I remember them stopping at some point and falling asleep, I was awakend later, still dark, and handed a glass, i drank it down and felt one of them runing hands all over me and asking me to kneel. I love doggie style so I. I had to lift you slightly to get room to breathe, room to scoop your juices from you with my tongue. Something about the way this started seemed to have sent you into overdrive, made you want to grind down on my face right in front of your poor husband.The room was silent for a few moments, until you began to moan just a little, and then turned loose completely. I couldn't see, but from what you said between gasps I could only guess he was still watching:"Oh, lover, eat me out - so good to get. " My sister was unfazed by his physical intimidation techniques. She laughed at him, poked him in the chest with her index finger and said: "In your dreams, loser. Do you want me to send you home crying like I did last year? By the way, how is your nose feeling?" This comment broke the thick tension in the air and a few of my classmates snickered thinking Brian had just gotten owned by a girl. That was not to be the case. Brian reached out quickly and grabbed my sister by the shoulder and.