‘Thank you,’ I somehow muttered, ‘I loved watching you fuck my husband. I know that’s strange.’‘It certainly makes it less awkward,’ She...giggled, ‘Because I’d fuck him anyway. You do know that, don’t you?’My fingers were trembling as I clutched the minuscule zip and gently tugged it down the back of her floral La Doublej. The scent of Chypre floated deftly about her. I wondered when my husband might have bought it for her. Perhaps during his last London trip, when they first met.‘It’s such a. But when Mr. Scott pulled out a syringe full of something I started to struggle. The two men held me down as, Mr. Scott calmly stated, "This will help you relax and enjoy yourself."The two men held me down and I felt the sting of the injection. As Mr. Scott left the room I was suddenly very horny, not just horny I wanted to be fucked like never before. I didn't care who did what, as long as I had cock in me, I threw the sheet off of me and grabbed for the nearest cock.Taking a step back, “Not. Well, I couldn’t pick off who was in the room as Sue was now over my face and her pussy lips just an inch off of my face. I slowly stuck out my tongue and started eating her out for the second time today, yet it felt like forever. I felt a hand starting to stock my cock, and I knew it wasn’t Quenten’s or Sue’s hand. Someone was definitely in the room that I didn’t know about earlier. The mystery will have to continue though as I didn’t want to ruin the amazing situation I was in. Here I am. She probably wondered why Carla Frances' image had come into my head, at that moment, in the first place. Hell, I didn't know. I wondered about it myself.So I ignored, and more-or-less disguised, the existence of my raging boner, and gave Tess' still-naked body a scrumptious rub-down that had her moaning with pleasure. Then we drank one-inch of red wine each, served chilled. (Maybe you're not supposed to refrigerate red wine, but we do, anyway, and we both like it that way. So call the.