Then we started making out and I was feeling so much better. I felt so much better that my pussy started creaming. It had always creamed easily with C...arles, and all the other young men I had let make love to me. I loved sex, ever since Mr. Drake had first fucked me.Eric was mauling my tits and trying to put his hand on my pussy under my dress. I didn't mind. I wanted it. I wanted it so badly that I started rubbing his cock through his pants. It wasn't long until we were both naked and Eric was. "Tabitha, answer the door," she says.I can't move. I'm frozen in absolute terror. I begin to tremble. And thenI feel her reach out and put her fingers under my chin, lifting my faceso that I can't help but look into her eyes."Now," she says. She doesn't yell. Doesn't even raise her voice. She saysit with a quiet, firm authority that cannot be ignored or denied.I walk to the door as the person knocks again. I slowly reach for thehandle. Is this what it is like in that moment before death? The. We were all having a great time, and as we danced I managed to get a good feel of all three girls. One was 23 and a very shapely red head with I would guess to be 34b breasts, but her small waist and nice round booty made her resemble a bumble bee. A very hot bumble bee I might add, as she was wearing a very short skirt and a push up bra which accentuated her breasts even more.The other girl was 25 and except for her pure blonde hair she was almost a duplicate of the first one. I later found. "Maybe you'll have more luck if you try the sex shop at the far end of this wing."I didn't like the condescending tone in her voice, or the way she gave herself airs of superiority. I won't have anybody look down on my wife."Is that where you buy yours?" I asked the salesgirl.She turned towards me and looked at me as if she were going to slap my face. Quite clearly, my suggestion that she might own or use nipple clamps was the most insulting thing anybody had ever said to her.As soon as I had.