And I heard it going on without knowing it. I was getting horned up thinking I was hearing some prostitute getting passed around and here it turns ou... to be my wife. I was light headed and hard as a rock. With my ear to the wall I was desperate to hear what was going on. I could make out some guy moaning and others laughing but no sign of my wife. It had quieted down a lot compared to earlier. About 10 or 15 minutes had gone by and I couldn't make out a thing. Just then the door opened. "Tell me to bury it Kayla. Tell me to pop your cherry" I said with enthusiasm. Kayla couldn’t help herself. As much as she hated John and what he was forcing her to do she found herself begging this monster to take from her, forever, her precious virginity. "I need it and want it John, I need to feel your balls deep inside me. Rip me up you bastard, do it now!" she shouted I laughed out loud. Taking a hand full of her brown hair I pulled back forcing her head up and arching her back in the. Though Frank and Sally had, on some occasions, joined this way without moving, their first wedding night meeting was like none they had ever experienced. The long draught they had endured had insured Frank was well stocked with the fluid men emit at their moment of ultimate joy, and Sally reveled at experiencing, for the first time, the sensation produced by the warm cascade her husband released into her. Frank had already saved some money and had a reasonably secure future with the firm. On. (formerly of the University of ____________) Part 16 – ‘Deborah Commands’ ============================ LATER IN 1997, AFTER THE SUMMIT CONFERENCE ‘It must have been quite a puzzle from Deborah’s viewpoint,’ I chuckled. It was hard not to smile, even though the situation that my lover had just described was dangerous. Deborah, pistol in hand, could not tell at first if she was witnessing a rape or an orgy. I wanted to ask what happened next, but Sophia said only one word more. ‘Yes,’ Sophia.