Finally smiling I utter, "God, I feel fucked!" Peter just laughed as he quickly slipped on a pair of trackers before making his way towards the kitche....Suddenly the sound of falling books or boxes along with the sharp cry of, ”Fuck it….Sorry,” came from the adjoining room.“Who’s the noisy bastard next door?” I asked as Peter returned with a tea tray full of goodies.“That’s Colin…you’ll like him,” then with total disregard for my nakedness Peter shouted for Colin to come and join us.Following a. I knew this would make what I wanted even better, even kinkier.I arranged everything ahead of time with my friend the bartender at the club where bikers hang out.My wife agreed that we would spend the evening going where I wanted and doing what I desired, no questions asked.I chose her wardrobe: a see-thru top and no bra or panties, short skirt, seamed stockings and garters, heels, jewelry and party-time lipstick and makeup.We arrived at the biker club and were greeted by the. I never thought I would ever want a man as much as I want you. I love to suck your cock and shallow your sperm. I love to have you fucking every hole I have. I become a slave to your cock and the pleasure it brings me. I never want it to end." The rest of the time was spent fucking and sucking. When we returned toschool the following week things went fairly smooth. I wasn't called to Linda'soffice much. Victoria searched me out one day saying, "I need you to do me again. I can't. She wondered how those men would feel if some guy did that to their daughter.One manager of a restaurant told about a family that allowed their five year old kid to stand on his chair and scream for a solid thirty minutes without making the least attempt to quiet the child. The family sat around the table as if there was nothing wrong. It was so bad that other customers were leaving. When he had asked the family to leave, they had gotten belligerent. How dare he criticize their child? Their.