Her pussy tightened around the vibrator and she felt the all-over tingle increase until she was lost in her own blissful orgasm. Then everything seem...d to dissolve... The orgasm seemed to go on forever, almost like an out of bodyexperience. When Sara came to, she wasn't in her bed. She was in a room with metalwalls, strapped down to a padded table. For a second she thought she was hallucinating, but when she tried straining against the wrist and ankle cuffs, she found out it was real enough.. The guy was unknown to me. I saw he was a huge black man; Ana had never told me about it. Anita sat on the edge of the bed and the lucky nigger had his back to me as my wife reached out and unfastened his trousers.I caught a glimpse of his semi hard cock as it swung to one side. My sexy wife leaned on this huge cock and she gave him a wet blow job for over ten minutes. Ana then slid back on the bed and spread her legs wide open for this man.He leaned down and started eating her beautiful juicy. Off comes my shirt and bra, the latter missing the mark and flying off to land somewhere on the road. Shrugging in mild amusement, I glance back through the opening at Michael, who is having a hard time keeping his eyes on the road by now. I pinch and roll my pebbled nipples, exposed for all the world to see, and I even feed myself one. Sucking my own tits always stimulates me, and with every motorist on the highway (plus Michael in the car) watching, I was very near to orgasm.Suddenly, I feel. I also felt better, but they say there is no rest for the wicked. I had disgusting business.I drove to the Batcave. There I prepared some live traps. Parts of LA are ideal for rats, often they live in the tops of the palm trees, but at night the smell of peanut butter, popcorn and other treats can bring them down. The industrial area is a ripe hunting ground.After setting the traps I slept in the Batcave.MondayI woke before dawn and checked my traps. Six rats had accepted my peanut butter and.