She chuckled under her breath as she rubbed and spread my cum all over my leg and pants. Leaving the theater, she was completely giddy staring down at...the wet spot on my jeans calling me 'Mr Cummy Pants.' Of course I was quite humiliated and embarrassed not to mention uncomfortable with the feeling of the sticky cum all over my leg!Later that night she told me how much she had enjoyed doing that to me; knowing that there was little I could do to stop it and how she was in full control of my. I asked who and it turned out it was going to be Lisa from the bukkake party. I guess that's how they knew her.On the day of the party Lisa arrived a little early so we had a chance to visit a little bit. She said that she used to do this quite a bit, but she really had trouble standing and peeing, so she used to sit and fill glasses and that's what she would be doing here. She brought an outfit that the Mrs. had given her a couple of years ago, it was like a very short sun dress. White. " And then-- Maybe it's the intimacy we just shared but the strangest thing happens-- as I lock eyes with this girl I just met our thoughts suddenly lock together. As one, we grin at each other and then look over at my husband. We giggle, each knowing what the other has planned. She clambers over him until he's sandwiched between us, his arms around us both. We lock eyes over his broad chest and giggle again like two schoolgirls sharing a first sip of wine, and then we're leaning together and. "You leave us alone and untie my husband this instant, Marvin, or I swear I will call the police!" These were the first words that I woke up to. With my head pounding, I noticed I was unable to move my arms and legs, and when I tried to speak, I discovered some form of rag was in tied around my mouth, blocking any sounds that might escape.When my vision cleared, I noticed that Susan was on our wedding bed struggling fiercely against this hulking monster. I was filled with hope, since she must.