The cloth was dropped in a baggie and tossed aside. Now, the real work was to begin.From their satchels, came an assortment of neatly bundled leather...goods and 2 more sealed baggies. The contents of one, a contribution from their employer. Experience helped them to efficiently sort through an inventory plentiful enough to restrain 3 victims.The bed covers were thrown back, her T-shirt and panties ripped off. Each man would have to be dead, not to appreciate the full curves and narrow waist. I was still at university and we were meeting two or three times a week. Her marriage was in trouble as her husband knew she was getting fucked somewhere else but he didn't know where. She had really gotten into being very submissive and often went home marked. I will try and tell the stories over the coming months as and when I get time. This one is quite short.We had discussed dogging and Sharon was keen to try but understandably nervous. She took several evening exercise classes so I hatched. I may sometimes admire and lust after other women with big tits and plump, juicy cunts, and may actually fuck them and have them suck me off, but that is for just pure physical sexual ogiastic pleasure and doesn't have anything to do with my enduring everlasting love for my woman, Lydia). Why and how Lydia became a whore is probably more my fault than anyone else's, although it was never my deliberate intention to turn her into a whore. It just kind of worked out that way. That story is kind of. (Which is still true today!)Say thanks to Allan B for this hilarious group... Here’s some moreThese fried insect legs really ARE the bees’ knees.The baby looks just like his father. I wish he looked like my husband, instead.The baby isn’t out yet. You’ll have to wait 16 years before he tells you he’s gay... Yes, ma’am, this IS the maternity hospital, but no. We don’t have any return policy.How can you tell if your gas station attendant used to be a porn star?When the gas starts coming out, he.