Even now, her pussy throbbed, aching to be used. Marissa sighed into her hands, a little squeak the only indication to the scream in her mind. God hel... her, she wanted the Riley boy to fuck her senseless again. The hands that came down on her shoulders and began massaging her tightly knotted muscles startled her so much that she actually jumped. “Woah, baby! Didn't mean to scare you,” said Patrick. Marissa's guilt skyrocketed. Her sweet, loving husband. He was the best man she knew – kind,. She took me from the bedroom to her bathroom and then told me to get into the shower and to sit on the bench. “Well, Lez, it’s time to get rid of this growth between your legs.” and when I questioned why it was necessary, she answered, “first of all, my sexy slut, it covers that beautiful pussy of yours, and for another thing no other female would want to stick her tongue into that forest and have pussy hair stuck in between her teeth. Also all models are bald.” “What am I going to say to my. Jon is a big guy, about six foot three two hundred and eighty five pounds , Steve the other guy is almost that big , maybe two fifty or so. Steve asked whats wrong with your leg? I said it's like gout, then he grabed my knee and squeezed it does that hurt? I about passed out, Hell yes that hurts ass hole I said. He laughed and said take that damn pill before Jon and I make you take it. I said I need to piss first and I got up and went to the bathroom, I didn't shut the door and I pissed on the. Climbing the staircase the landing where flat D was located was a blaze of light. The door was already and I was beckoned inside. There were seven guys sitting around the spacious lounge including my wife’s lover. All of the guys were semi naked and every one of them looked drained. My wife was standing next to a rather large suitcase wearing a black high waisted garter belt in what looked like soft leather. She was wearing extremely high heeled shoes I didn’t recognise with Fishnet stockings..