The last chore was to fasten her knees and ankles! The team had been very specific about how they wanted Denise to be when they walked in! Her knees w...re supposed to be tied to opposite posts so her pussy and asshole were spread wide open for them. The knees were to be tight against the posts so she couldn't squirm around. It didn't matter to them that the posts were much farther apart than her knees would normally spread. If she wasn't tied as tightly as they wanted when they arrived they. I took a sip and swished the fluid around in my mouth before swallowing it. I looked at the men as I licked a few stray drops of come from the rim of the cup. There were six of them left not counting Andrew. All of them had already fucked me at least once. I remembered two of them distinctly because they seemed to be friends and had been particularly rough with me. I watched them closely as I took another sip from my cup. I looked one of them straight in the eye and licked my lips, “Mmm! And. Do you think if um, I want to go to a ther****t, you can help me find one?"For some reason I laughed. Relief I think. "You better fucking believe it. Come on Bev, it's a good day. We'll start now. And you know what? It's a good day for me too. Helping you is going to help me a bunch. You'll see. This will be the best thing in the world. For both of us."*Sex. Sex. Sex. Sex. Sex. Sex.How do you know if you're a sex addict? No, no. It's just that it's so new and Jean-Luc is so good at it. But.. I think for a while I even thought somehow we were the same person. We look like each other, sort of. We had the same birthday party every year, too. Crazy, huh?”She dropped her grass stem and picked up another.“You taught me to ride my bike, remember? I kept falling off, and you kept catching me. Over and over.”I remembered.“And all those afternoons lying on the grass and looking at clouds, holding hands, sometimes.”I remembered that, too.“At the pool party, I watched you with Heather. Like I.