I felt that they should be happy to just see a woman who doesn't scorn them let alone one who would undress for them. I felt confident that we would b... in control of such pathetic men. The next hurdle was to get my wife, Marci, to agree. I did not know the best way to raise the issue so I got up my courage and just said I wanted to make her fantasy come true. She looked at me quizzically. "Which one?" she asked with a laugh.When I told her it was the one she told me about after reading that. My husband George has already related to you some of our experiences with Patrick and Michelle in "Lured". This is the continuation of that story.After our first session of sex we relaxed for a bit on the soft flokati rug. Michelle was sucking on Patrick's dick while I was working on George's. Both guys were soon ready for more. George was lying on his back on the soft flokati rug, his cock pointing toward the ceiling. I straddled him and lowered my pussy down onto his hard cock.As we fucked,. I was also completely unsure, I had no idea what to do or say. Hell, I wanted to run. ‘Come on.’ Karen turned and walked into the room she just came out of. I followed along meekly, avoiding Marti’s gaze. Karen just dropped the robe, she wore a short white tanktop and nothing else. She sat on the bed and leaned back. There was enough light in the room I could see her, see the swell of her hips, the neatly trimmed hair on her loins. If my dick was any limper it would have slid inside my socks. I. They seemed obsessed by this fabulous human bitch, which had so many holes to fuck. The men left Sonia in the kennel for the night. She did not get much sleep.On Sunday, the last day of the lease of the slave wife, her husband Mr. Obutulezi was supposed to pick his wife up at noon. The men were eager to get as much as possible out of their investment in Sonia, and she had a tough and rough morning, being fucked thoroughly by her “customers”. When they all had used and abused her in all holes,.