..yes...yes...so alive...” chittered a lemure as he drank down my juices.I tossed my head and arched my back. The pleasure rushed to my mind, mixed ...ith the buzzing excitement of their incorporeal bodies passing through me as they writhed and floated about me. My orgasm kept rolling through me. Their every touch prolonged it.“...must fuck...”“...yes...must know her sweet flesh...”“...such sweet flesh...”“Fuck me!” I begged, barely caring about collecting cum. I wanted to feel their cocks ream. Ever since I cheated on my husband with a black man, I was now a cock whore! I actually think I was becoming a full fledged nymphomaniac. It had been about two hours since the TV guy started the install, so I went into the kitchen to make me a cup of tea. About ten minutes later he called me to come see what he had accomplished. I went into the guest bedroom and he pointed out the camera locations and where he hidden the recording device. I asked him, “Would like a cup of tea, I have the water. ..that is...” I stuttered. “You really are a naughty boy,” she said, shaking her head, “I think I’m going to have to make you stay behind class.” At first I didn’t know what had come over her. She seemed to be acting kind of weird. I wasn’t one of her pupils after all. But then I noticed her looking pointedly at the lump in the front of my trousers and when I met her eye again she winked at me knowingly. If she was in the mood for a bit of sexy playacting then I certainly was. “I’m sorry,. “Excuse me”... was all that stranger man whispered in my ear…As I turned to face him, he grabbed my wrist and pulled me into a darker alley. I was so taken aback that I never even shouted or just attempted a single scream for help...My face was up against the brick wall, and I could smell the green growth as my nose and mouth were pushed against it. His breathing and the noises he was making made it obvious to me what he was going to fuck me right there in the darkness…I turned my head and had.