I was close already but that did it. I shuddered as a whole body orgasm swept over me. My pussy clamped down like a vise on his cock. I could feel eve...y ridge and vein on it. I bucked like a maniac and fluid shot out of me all around where we were joined. I had never cum like this before. When I had an orgasm with my husband, which was rare, it was all about me. This time it was about our mating. Everything I was feeling was based on the fact we locked together truly as one. He had claimed me. "Okay, it's like this: No more sex between us until you do one of the other guys -- preferably in front of witnesses." He pushed her off him."Toby, please!" Jean wailed."I'm serious!" Toby insisted."Well, not tonight, okay? Tonight doesn't count. Tomorrow -- starting tomorrow -- that way I can nerve myself up for Friday. Please!" Jean begged."Jean, I'm warning you..." You're right! You're right! I'll ... do one of the new boys..." Jean insisted. "Just ... let me have another time with you...". It didn't sink in, Keira trying to escape my hug, her eyes accusing. Tightening my hold, I told her again, louder, ordering her to listen, staring into her hurt eyes. Her struggles faded slowly. She calmed.It was the first Saturday we'd spent together where we hadn't ended up in bed. The day was spent cuddling on the sofa, Keira only slightly mollified. She'd been deeply hurt by my threat to stop seeing her, not because of my threat, but the fact that I hurt her. She saw it as breaking the. One of the ladies had dressed it with flowers and this beautiful sweet scent permeated the air. It was a vast difference to the stench of sweat, blood and sex from the other night Clara thought. She looked around to find the Priest. He seemed to be busy setting things up for the service though he beckoned for her to follow him. She moved quickly. Not wanting to anger him in anyway. She knew what he was capable of. Little did she know it was only the half of it. Clara. Come with me. Theres.