Look at me you growl, and I stare at you in contempt, trying and failing to keep a straight face as you ravage me. It feels good despite the situation... and I cant help but let a soft moan escape. What was that? Is my slut enjoying this? I think she likes it. Tell me you like it. Tell me you like being tied up and used and fucked against your will. Tell me you want my cum. DO IT! I&hellip, I like being tied up I whisper, haltingly. I like being fucked&hellip, I like your cock&hellip, please. My erection now hung down but remained as firm as ever. I didn't know it could ache so much nor did I know there were this many levels of horny. It was going to stay that way because I couldn't do anything about it and she wasn't going to release me. Her interests were not about her anymore. They were about torturing me but in, as she put it, "a loving way". She would start and stop. Work to deeper and then back up to shallow. Remove and plunge. Finally, she sank it all the way in and then. I need to feel you. I need to pleasure you. I slide my hand up, between your legs. Your panties are warm and slightly damp. I begin to rub you and through the material, I can feel the shape of your pussy, feel its warmth. It is open and wet and as I begin to masturbate you through your panties, kissing you all the while, I can feel you getting more wet. I push the panties a little way inside you and love the way your pussy opens for me, so easily. You jerk your hips lightly, meeting my. Alarm bells were going off in my head. Yoko had never mentioned there would be two of them. Had she known? No, she wouldn’t do that to me. I stood there for a moment, as if paralysed, wondering what to do or say, when I felt Michael’s presence behind me. ‘My wife likes to watch,’ he simply said, his hot breath on my neck. I hesitated briefly as he slowly moved a pigtail to one side and planted a soft kiss on my neck. Despite my nervousness, the sensation made me gasp. ‘I take it you’ve no.