.what if I told the guys "too much"...? What if my wife was testing me.....maybe she did not want it so rough as she said....it felt like I was total ...ut of control....but yet in control.....and, she had to feel the same too....This little game of us really included a lot of trust....but if trust, then she had to be honest when saying she wanted "it all"...."to be treated like a slut and fucked all around"Some months later, a friday, a normal friday , I thought.but no....She came out of the. One evening just as Liz and I were closing the store, Bob arrived very much intoxicated. "Hi there, Dirk. I came in to see if this new wife of yours looked like she would be as good fucking as your last one."Needless to say I went ballistic. Before I finished with Bob, he was lying on the floor by the door almost dead. He would have been if Liz hadn't stopped me. I looked at what I thought was a piece of shit and called his wife. "Rena, you come and get Bob and take him to the emergency room.. Thunder blew and stamped in pleasure, his orgasm finally coming to a shuddering halt. Nicolette collapsedto the side, covered and dripping with milky horse-semen. She gathered up bits of it to drink, swallowingand savoring the bittersweet taste. A quick stroking of jism-slick fingers across her swollen clit brought onanother small orgasm, and her legs jerked in the straw. After some time, her heartbeat slowed to something approaching normalcy, and she rolled to the side and sat up against the. I struggle trying to get out of the hold as whoever behind me says, “You need to come up with a better hiding spot.” I’m thrown on the ground and I scramble backwards to only remember I’m in a corner. I see my stuff sprawled all over the floor as three white boys stand over me just in their boxers. One of the boys behind the person who threw me down is holding my sketch book the only thing that reminds me I’m human and can do something with my life. He starts flipping through it and says, “I.