.. Oh, god, no!The nausea and blackness overwhelmed her again."Emily ... I'm scared ... Please..."Something in those words suddenly marked a turn towa...ds calm.Gradually the world returned and Emily opened her eyes. She realized that she had not been running, but rather was pulled into a tight ball on the white rug of her room. The overhead bulbs blazed like surgical work lights and were never more unwelcome.Richard and Sandra were still holding her shoulders. Reality came crashing back in. She. “Whoa,” Terry said. “I’m not about to go breaking up a marriage. And if you think I’m gonna get wrapped up in some sort of ménage a trois, you’re crazier than…” “Hold on, hold on,” Bob said. “First off, they’re not married. Or if they are, she’s a bigamist, ‘cause she’s still legally married to that slime ball shacking up with my granddaughter. Second, I don’t think she’s gonna dump one starving musician for another. And third, on some level at least, they really do love each other. Although I. She tells me to open my mouth as she screams and oozes her creamy cum in my mouth, she then grinds a bit to smear her cum all over my face. After that the husband ties my leash back on a pole so that my head would lean back a bit, then told me to remain on my knees or sitting down. They started to go about a normal day (watching tv, eating, even group fucking) all while I was tied naked in the middle of the room. Throughout their normal activities, the men would periodically walk over and shoot. " He asked "before you go. Let me have your number. I might need some help with something and you are the only one that has helped me since i got here." I was surprised to hear this. I had never been asked for my number before. I wrote it down in his notebook and said "message me anytime you need anything." I was unable to sleep and Brian had not messages me since taking my number. I was not a traditional beauty. I was overweight and my modest clothing hijab did not let me reveal my best.