“You won’t tell your boyfriend to go fuck himself, but you will ask me to get fucked?” “I guess so,” she said forcing a small laugh. “So w...at do I wear to that sort of thing?” I asked. I never agreed to do it. And she never asked for confirmation. Not outright anyway. But we worked out the logistics there in the dark. I went to sleep, completely oblivious to just how well I’d been played. — I wore the school girl outfit from last Halloween. I’d brought it with me from home, like a good slut.. When I got back they were still talking very close… with Brett’s hand on my wife’s leg…Soon was the Brett’s turn to use the bathroom and while he was gone I asked my sweet wife if this was the same Brett she had told me about some time ago. Ana giggled, saying he was the same guy. The one that fucked her very hard sometimes while they worked together at a former office. He was the guy that had taught her how to suck cock really good. Anita gave me an evil grin and smiled, saying that he had a. ” Sharon paused long enough for me to read the signs. “Enter at your own risk!” Underneath was a notice saying “Do not enter without informing a member of staff. Do not enter before your sponsor has described what lies beyond.”I opened the door. I had to. Partly because Sharon was keeping her word, would do nothing that might pressure me to continue, but mostly because the bond was already too strong, the attraction to great. My pussy was already leaking, juices oozing down my thighs, my ass. As soon as they get the other forms in place, they will start pouring concrete. That’s something else you will want to see, if you haven’t seen how they do that.”“What do you mean, William?”“Well, they have this huge concrete pumper that they will set up about where we are standing. It has an articulated, multi-sectional boom that they position over the area where they need to pour the concrete. The boom supports a tube that the concrete is pumped through. The concrete trucks pull up to the.