"I knew by those words that she'd crossed a line, and thepictures had done it. She was no longer imagining herselfbeing fucked, but she was inside ano...her fantasy, one thatI'd created for her from the pictures. Contrary to herwords, she was imagining herself tied up, humiliated andpussy whipped, exposed to the pleasure of strange men.Her head was buried in my surplus, and it moved a fractionas she peered anxiously from the warmth afforded by myvestments to the image hanging from the wall. I. With Anna on her back and Ben beside her, one hand up her shirt, Adam and I were left to explore. I gave her panties a quick tug, and was pleased to see Anna’s legs open for us as soon as her panties hit the floor. I didn’t waste any time, spreading Anna’s cunt wide open and giving us a close up look at what we’d soon be fucking. She was already wet and ready to go, so after some light touching, Adam put himself inside her.With one of my friends fucking her, Anna didn’t miss a beat, quickly. The weather was warm and the sky was blue. As I got dressed, I couldn't help but think how comfortable I had grown living John Gray's life.The one downside to that day was that I was coming down with a nasty head cold, sinus infection, bronchitis – sort of thing, and knew it was not going to be fun. Other than the throat, nose, and head thing that Rebecca prescibed something that sounded like a "Z" pack, I felt on top of the world.That should have tipped me off, but it didn't.My morning. And doctors don’t do much for me, no offense.”I chuckled, “I have the same general opinion, but there are some good ones out there, such as Al Barton, Malik Washington, Gina Swanson, and Mary Whittaker.”“And your wife, you jerk!” she laughed.“I might have a bias in that regard,” I grinned. “So, lawyer it is. I figure about six feet, reasonably good shape, mellow, and loves cats.”Melissa laughed softly and shook her head, “I feel like I’m running a personal ad!”“I have a couple of people in.