I tried to move against him, feeling my orgasm building again. I wanted to feel his cock deep inside my wanting pussy, so wet to feel him fucking me d...ep. I orgasmed over his cock, feeling relieved I had the ropes holding me up as two quick orgasms had left my legs weak. He pushed his cock closer to the inside of my pussy, not fucking me yet, just to tease me, watch his slut moving to try to fuck him in desperation. He released my right hand and turned round, bending me over. He rubbed his cock. I sat next to the bed on a chair about 3 feet away watching the action. I had a side view and watched each thrust of his black cock into her mouth. I could tell Marsh was really enjoying this as was Mark. He groaned deeply with each penetration of his black cock into Marsh's mouth.Mark then moved down so that he was in a position to fuck Marsh missionary position. He lifted her legs high in the air and slid his cock into her pussy. I watched as this initial penetration of his thick black cock. More ordinary, I suppose. More like Ted and me. An interesting mix. An idea was beginning to form in my mind, but I would have to wait to see if the format of the meeting would allow me to express it.The first hour was taken up almost exclusively with questions about what was or wasn't an appropriate topic. Flying saucers were in ... but little green men were out. More importantly, I got the impression the moderator wanted to steer the discussion in a philosophical direction. How does man deal. ‘You moan and complain too much, sweetie,’ she explained, buckling the gag tight. ‘You are such a whiny bitch sometime. It becomes irritating!’Marjorie liked to call me ?her bitch?! It made her feel sexy, she explained when she fucked me with the strap on, made me the woman for her, her bitch!‘There, all stiff.’I looked desperately at my wife, silently begging her to give me relief, a handjob, go down on me, anything!But I knew she wouldn’t.Marjorie hummed softly to herself as she walked past.