She told me to get undressed and lay in the bed. She tied my wrists to the headboard and put a blindfold on me.I felt her fingers start to pinch my ni...ples and then massage my penis when she said, "have fun tonight while some people have fun with this useless little cock." She turned on a monitor we used for when she had fun where I could listen.I laid there wondering what was going to happen tonight. It was about an hour later when I heard the doorbell ring. I heard people settle into the. ”“We’ll invite you for a ... weekends, then. Actually, because of...” I almost blurted out about Meka but caught myself, continuing with, “because her parents have become quite comfortable with Civia hanging with a bunch of girls three years older than her, I’m pretty sure that we could get a weekend here at the house for just the seven of us. Dad and the Moms will probably be fine with that, and they’ll stay at Carol’s house or use it for an excuse for the three of them to go off together. It. She hadn't thought about anyone but her husband since they met. But she couldn't help herself. The harder she tried, the more Scott pushed himself into her thoughts. So she went with it. She thought about what it would feel like to make love to him. She put her hands where she wanted his to be, where she hoped his mouth would go. She parted her lips and massaged her clit imagining him sucking, licking, and kissing. Her mouth opened, she moaned, she lifted her hips bucking to his imaginary. Too strong. Inhumanly strong. It wasn't only his strength that amazed her. His body moved fluidly. His actions were precise. He seemed able to react to her movements before she made them. He hardly seemed human.He was cold also. She'd never felt that kind of cold. Not cold like ice. Not cold like stone. Cold, clammy flesh. Like nothing she'd ever felt before. She thought it reminded her of a slab of uncooked beef. Cold, lifeless, clammy flesh.He took her. He took her there. The alley. She knew.