Time becomes unfathomable, just wave after wave of pleasure, cock after cock inside of me, and I love it!It is late and some of the crowd has emptied ...ut. I am slow dancing with party goers in only my stockings and heels. Cum from countless men dripping down the inside of my thigh. I feel a deep sense of validation, they all craved me, desired me and had to have me. As men leave, they slap my but or kiss my neck and say things like “you are fucking amazing!” or “thank you I won’t forget this!”. I undid the handcuffs and took them off her. Little red tramlines ran around her wrists. I picked up the silk scarf and tied one round her right wrist, threaded it through the banisters of her wooden headboard and tied the other end to her left wrist. Then, as she lay there breathing into her pillow, I put the blindfold on her and I pulled it down over her eyes. I reached up under her rumpled blouse and ran my fingers down her back to her ass, where I stroked around the circumference of her. “Am I hotter than those girls?” She asked teasingly and grabbed my balls so hard that it hurt.“You are more beautiful than Kardashian for me.”“How long is your crush on me?”“2 years.”She moaned, “Oh dear!” and said, “Have you ever jacked off at me?”“Daily.”“Let’s go to my place. I will call the day off.”I thought, “Here comes the most expensive purchase for today.” After fake excuses, scoldings, and apologies, we emerged out of the mart. I asked, “Do you think we should drive?”“The longer the. Michael’s wife, Helen, was unconventionally attractive – quite masculine in her manner and looks, short blond hair and very forthright in her opinions. I liked her. In the office we rarely chatted about women, wives and girlfriends, though I occasionally regaled him with tales of my latest escapades and conquests. He knew I had a preference for short-blonde haired women, as did he – he once told me that the carpet didn’t necessarily always match the drapes, which I found amusing, but that Helen.