He wondered if it would be anywhere near as thrilling as it was with Rachael. And what form would it take, assuming Jerrod wasn’t a closet homophobe...who would rip his face off if he tried anything funny? What would it be like to give or get a blow job? Rachael sucked him off a couple of times during their four-day fling, but would it feel different with a guy? And if they fucked, would Jerrod be a willing bottom, or would he insist on being on top; being the alpha male; being the fucker rather. I want you to come inside me."Virginia rubbed her hand gently over his ass. "Each of us, Husband," she said. "We've been talking. We want you to consummate our marriage first, afterward, you can kiss our pussies and nurse our breasts to your heart's content while we suck on that beautiful cock," she finished with a giggle."Take me, Husband," Rachel whined. "Pump me full of your sperm. I couldn't be any more ready if you kissed my pussy all night. I'm so hot that..."And Quinton pushed. Rachel. Accidentally, or maybe even purposely, I can never tell, your hand brushed my cock gently and I groaned as it started to harden. I did fall asleep until three am, waiting for it to pass. Little fucking tease. When you woke up, you got me, sitting up on me. You kissed me and just before I could try ripping off your clothes, you reminded me. “Not so fast, not till next week.” I went through that day, at work and all, with a permanent boner. And now. I’m going bat shit crazy. I can’t take it. How I did want to see how it felt to be his helpless slave. To become helplessly in his control doing what ever he said and answering his commands with “Yes sir”. I knew if I let him he could have all three of us to himself, and wondered what he might do with us. I wondered if he would have his way with us all or have us all strip and join him in an orgy here in the living room of the cabin. Would he make us his slaves forever or just while we were here at the cabin. He could control us all the.