What Sam wanted me to be was her dummy. Close my eyes and let her fingers work on me. She wanted me to tell what she was doing wrong. To tell you very...frankly, I was more worried about spoiling our relationship due to this encounter than the encounter itself. Sam assured me nothing of this sort will happen and I reluctantly agreed. We decided a date and time and I decided to get at least a little drunk before that. We went to a pub together and for some time I forgot the impending situation. We. . It's my turn now, you all clean and ready for me I know! ... ' I tried to tell Charlie ' ... my folks may come back ... ' Charlie just smiled and chided ' ... then we better get busy before they get here! ... ' Charlie took my right wrist and pulled me down the hall to my room, once inside Charlie started to undress and then sit on the edge of the bed. Charlie looked up at me and reminded me ' ... I like for my Bitch to look up at me! ... ' Disbelievingly I sunk down to my knees as Charlie. He and his lady of the moment and Sherlyn and I. She wondered off on a hike just enjoying the cool mountain air. On her way back she saw them. His bitch on her hands and knees and him hammering his big tool into her. She watched them for a bit and she said the woman seemed in both agony and ecstasy. At one point she screamed out in pain, "Too deep, too deep." He didn't break stride Sherlyn told me. "He just hammered away like he didn't care he was hurting her." She said she far preferred a. She was married but unhappy. She told me she wanted to leave her husband and move on, thats why she was on that site. Soon she got separated from her hubby and started living by herself and we started dating. She was young, no k**s, nice round curvy body. She told me she had little family in Canada, and had moved here after getting married to her husband. So, needless to say, I started fucking her almost every day. She used to tell me how her indian husband had a small dick and she was not.