Then the water began lapping at his ear, at first a soft spray of water, then a flow transformed into words. The ocean of light became pierced with bu...bles of shifting darkness and he opened his eyes to find himself staring into Samantha’s pitch black hair. “If you’re going to sleep through this, I can leave you tied up and let you grab a few hours of sleep.” Samantha straightened her back slowly, letting her fingertips drag down his chest as she fully arched her back, pushing forward her. It was Saturday morning and Jack was sucking out more birthday cake from Angelas groin. It made a tasty treat even tastier when that chocolaty frosting was mixed with Angelas lust juices straight from her itchy, gooey cunt. At the same time, Jack loved how Heidi greedily sucked on his hard, slimy cock. The sounds of her sucking intermingled with his own. It was as if they were in a competition to see who might cause an orgasm the fastest. Of course it wasnt a contest. Angela was a horny Latina. ...I sort of felt trapped.....what if I told the guys "too much"...? What if my wife was testing me.....maybe she did not want it so rough as she said....it felt like I was total out of control....but yet in control.....and, she had to feel the same too....This little game of us really included a lot of trust....but if trust, then she had to be honest when saying she wanted "it all"...."to be treated like a slut and fucked all around"Some months later, a friday, a normal friday , I thought.but. Dependency Day. Each passing day, John wasincreasingly helpless to his fetish and reliant on Joyce's whims. AndJoyce knew it.XXXXXXENCASEMENT DAY. How John longed and loathed for it in equal measure!Joyce had kept her promise to 'tuck him' in last night, returning aftera long day attending to some of her more specialist clients in herlarge house to administer his medicine and loosen his restraints.She had probably changed several times during the day to meet variousneeds and fetishes but when.