?No cummies for you, young man!? the drunk one says. ?Gerald would KILL us if we made a mess on his floor?. ?Oh, I don’t know, lets give him anoth...r try? The other one laughs. They repeat several times until they, too, got bored or see someone else and leave me alone, impaled, sweating, breathless and now desperate to come. If my hands were free right now, god I could finish in like 1 stroke. Fuck! A guy got me this hot.I guess I should have expected that when I agreed to this. I knew. Desiree’s orders.’ ‘Yeah, well you tell Desiree I’m not thrilled about the prospect of eating a bunch of cunty cherries.’ (Oh, that was the incentive — the losing team had to eat all the cherries.) Needless to say, the girls outdid themselves with their designs. There wasn’t a single one Megan wouldn’t have been mortified to have emblazoned on herself. She was glad she didn’t have to participate herself — she was just there to organize and assist. And to sit on Dylan’s lap while he waited and. If I wanted to remain married to her, I would have to accept some new rules. Handcuffed to the shower head, with a three pound weight hanging from my nutsack, she’d gone clubbing with the full intention of bringing home some “real man juice” for her “sissy fag husband.” The weights hadn’t come off until she was satisfied that I’d sucked all four loads of cum from her sloppy gaping pussy and drenched panties.Since that first week, my wife had continued with my bi-weekly “weight training.” She. “Besides, if she is successful, we all benefit.”Conversations then turned to lighter things, and finally the empty stomachs demanded enough attention to stir both to action in the kitchen. The sounds and smells of which soon attracted the attention of the remainder of the crew now starting to stir upstairs.Nancy came down first, followed closely by Candy. That girl wakes up early all the time I have seen her, Margaret thought to herself. And she’s never a bad mood.‘“How can I help?” Candy.