Melanie returned her mouth to my clit while she continued fucking me with her fingers. I had stepped over the edge of normal behavior and moved into d...pravity. It was as if lust took control of my being and was toying with me. How far would I go down this cesspool?Wait a minute! That was middle-class morality talking and not me. To condemn lustful women for fucking a variety of people as whores or sluts was an imposed morality, designed by chauvinistic men. Men could never enjoy sex as. The rest of Alice's outfit consisted of a white, back buttoned, high collared blouse, a tailored 3-buttoned 3/4 sleeved blazer that matched her skirt and nude stockings ending in some gray stiletto heeled pumps."Collars, we need collars, before we go out we need collars and leashes," said Nancy. Alice went over to the bondage trunk and got two leather collars, one red for herself the other black for me and two little matching leashes and handed them to Nancy who then instructed us to turn. Ha!*********Something went wrong. I'm still on my back, but now I'm looking up at mywife's face, and it appears to be gigantic. What the frack happened?Somebody is going to get their ass fired. And maybe jailed. She smilesmockingly down at me. I hate that attitude. The bitch will pay forgetting so uppity.Monique, her heavy boobs looming above me, says, "Hey, W.W. How's itgoing? What's the matter? Not feeling like yourself?" She giggles.I try to speak and can't feel my throat or mouth,. . There was light drizzle falling through the high dark clouds as the limo moved slowly down through the cemetery and by the graves of the hero's who were buried at Fort Rosecrans Veteran's Cemetery. John Richard sat in the rear of the limo with his mother Mary. The coffin, secured in its place in the black hearse directly in front of them contained the body of his father, John Richard Henry, Sr. The hearse pulled off the main road and drove down a side lane then came to a halt under a large.