It wouldn’t be long before it descended into an orgy. Bimbos were like that. So horny and such airheads it didn’t take much to get them fucking.Th... doorbell rang.“Is it him?” squealed Alice. “Please, please, please say it’s him, Frank.”“Let’s find out,” I grinned at my bimbo wife and walked to the door. I opened it and an older man in a brown suit, looking decades out of style, stood on my porch. He blinked at my wife, her tits bouncing as she hopped up in down in excitement.“Are you the. Again she hoped he was just going to jerk off but any hope of that drifted away as Earl reached up and pulled her arms downwards, and while she was kneeling, his one hand quickly went to the back of her head and he guided it toward his raunchy crotch. Sarah was now knelt in front of Earl, her face inches from his cock as she came out of her fog, she heard him telling her to lick it for him. She opened her eyes and gagged at the sight of his old uncircumcised, shriveled up dick oozing. I can’t sleep without servicing your cock master.’ You try to fight, what is happening, but you get hornier and hornier. All you can do is finger your dripping cunt like a dumb blonde bimbo. ‘Good,’ I say. ‘The package is for you. Why don’t you open it’ You take the package into your hands and open it to find a sexy little French Maid outfit. (DESCRIPTION PLEASE) Leaving the panties in the box, you put the outfit on, admonishing and relishing at the way you look. As you stand straight to model. I lead you up the back stairsinto a large sequestered, well-appointed, warm, ancient attic bedroom underbare black rafters. I uncork Schreiner champagne from the bar and pour two glasses.You sit quietly and somewhat self-consciously on the dark red sofa, sippingthe sharp white wine, the ephemeral bubbles tingling on the roof of your mouth.I arrange a few things in the bedroom next door, and then come to sit by you.We toast together and you see I am starting to look at you in a more.