Show me how much you want me." I kept up the kissing; only now I was leaving a trail of kisses along her neck. She responded by pulling her t-shirt ov...r her head and tossing it onto the floor. Her breasts were still magnificent, after all these years. Maybe a B cup, yet still firm enough that they didn't droop at all. Those wonderfully large nipples were hard and erect. I had to have them. I touched one breast tentatively, careful not to squeeze it too roughly. It was everything I imagined it. . ?? I want to sit through the whole dinner fullyclothed and taking part in the conversation as normal, with everyone knowingexactly what is going to happen, that at any minute I will become theircomplete sexual slave, and will beg to be humiliated and punished viciously byall of them, over and over again. ??? I want to beg to be ball-gagged by myclosest friends, and then have my clothes forcibly pulled off my body, cut fromme if neccessary, as I stand within the circle made by them. I want to. =How can girls feel sexy when they felt like this?!="That's right: A disguise! Knowing from experience, having had seven wives," ("Six," Ben tried to reminded him.) "what a woman looks like without her face is nothing like what you thought you were getting when you were closing the deal!" Think of everything you did in your TV show!" Ben pleaded. "You can look like anyone!" That's TV!! And, what's more, they had professional makeupers! And costumers! And proppers! And, and... A whole lot of. Someone played with her nipples, laughter erupted around her as she arched towards the fingers that were pinching squeezing and twisting them into hard super-sensitivity. Hands began the whole process all over again, moving all over her body, touching stroking thrusting in and out, only to be replaced with hardening lengthening cocks. The blindfold stayed but the ropes disappeared as she again lost herself in the feel of four cocks taking turns fucking her every way they could think of, keeping.