Just then a voice warned me to keep my eyes closed or I would be made to really suffer; the pillow case was pulled from my head and replaced with a bl...ndfold; my arms were bound behind me and my hands were tied together. Next I felt my legs forced apart and I was aware of the feeling of someone staring at my shaved cunt. I cannot explain why but instead of feeling fear I felt a surge of horniness rush through my body and my cunt began to juice up.My ankles felt the tightening of the ankle. It snaps shut with a satisfying click. It has a name tag engraved with the words For my one true love. I hug you, and lick your face, like the cute kitty that I am. We walk into Lower Links, and we see an elevator. We go inside and look at the numbers. Instead of a number, they all have a certain type of fetish or porn on them. I see your eyes linger on the furry label. I press it, and your eyes light up. We step out of the elevator and into a room. It is covered with fake fur. There are. At length the girls started to disengage themselves. I drew a sharp breath as Tanya slid away, and then Nick did the same.He and lay still, but again the girls moved. Before I realized what was happening Vickie was straddling my chest. She ground herself against me, and I felt something dripping onto my pecs. Then she moved again, further up, and rubbed her sopping cunt in my face.“Lick my pussy,” she commanded.At first I was too startled to react. But when she rubbed her clit insistently over. I’m just so sorry this is happening to you. I’m flabbergasted. Candi doesn’t sound like Candi. None of the high-voiced breathiness, the third-person stupidity. This time, Candi sounds like . . . me? I shiver. It’s uncanny. That’s me, but not. Jenna keeps pacing the room and talking. It’s her husband, they had a huge fight, the biggest of their five-year marriage. He proposed a ‘solution’ to his cheating problem: an open marriage. Jenna’s not on board. She’s devastated and betrayed. Why aren’t I.