I without hesitation said that she could, and I let her remove my clothing. I then removed my tank top so I was only wearing my bra. She noticed that ... was soaking wet, and she described it to her boyfriend. She started playing with my clit, and then slid one finger into my pussy. Fingering me softly, shaking her hand around in my pussy. I grabbed my tits and ripped off my bra, breaking the clasps. I squeezed and twisted my nipples as she fingered me. She then put another finger into my pussy. Your mind desperately strives to stay in touch with the reality of the situation. However, denied of sight and sound, the sensations of your physical body are quickly becoming your entire universe.Now feeling my hands at your ankles, you are relieved I am untying them. For a moment, you entertain the notion of kicking out at me, but what would it accomplish? Blind and deaf, hands attached and with no idea where you are, what could you do? Besides which, the uncounted orgasms that your captor. The more he considered what they were planning, the wronger it seemed.He finally came to terms with his conscience by promising himself he would be there only to provide the sperm. There would be pleasure of course, he couldn't get around that, but he would be there only long enough to inject the sperm, and then would leave. For one reason or another Diane and he hadn't done the deed since last Friday, an unusually long time, and his balls were loaded. He didn't think it would take long to. Once I was living alone again, the idea was simple: to search out the biggest, heaviest juggs I could find. Age, race, or body size never mattered to me. I didn’t care how fat the woman in question was, only the amount of titmeat she had hanging off her chest. Huge firm ones, long low-hangers or massive saggy granny udders, I didn’t care. As long as they were at least a G cup. My fantasy, which I’d pondered for years, was to have seven women on the go, one for each night of the week, the boobs.