Certainly a sign that the Cosmopolitans were working!Price giving was a fantastic success, lots of cheers for our winners and our half drunken Price Q...een that seemed now to enjoy playing with the fire by leading the guys up the garden path. Letting them touch her before shying backwards and freeing herself from their grip just to fall into someone else’s arms and so on.Completely excited David came over to me with a bunch of other guys and told me that she had agreed to get back to David’s. Who’s the fucking bitch on the leash?” one asked, as they gazed at Karen sitting obediently on her haunches.“She’s my slutty wife who loves lots of cocks and can’t get enough of it. Would you boys be interested in taking her on as a warm-up for your action inside?”“You bet we would!” another remarked going closer.“Can you have her back in, say, an hour and a half or two?” he asked handing the first one her leash. “Karen loves cock any way she can get it.”“And we’ll give it to her any way we. M. What?R. Take your pants off. Or do you want me to give these to your boss?M. Get the fuck out of my house. R. You don't understand. This is not a sale. It's black mail. You don't have a choice. Now take your fucking pants off.He reached out and placed his hand on my penis. R. Let me play with that cock and I will give you the pictures.I had no choice. I stood up and took my pants off. I was getting no help from my little buddy. My semi hard smooth cock slipped out.R. Now the shirt.I just. She smiled as she thought of David. Things had not turned out very much like he’d expected. Especially after he married her. But he had stayed with her, just as she knew he would. He loved her, and she could depend on him, which made marrying him the best thing she could have done.Sylvia thought back to when it all began. Well, not when it really began, which was when she found the stash of hardcore pornographic magazines that ignited her sexual fires. Her memories were of what occurred a few.