To tell you the truth I don’t remember the drive home. Just at one point I was pulling into our garage.We didn’t discuss the weekend. Not even the...non-sexual parts. It was as if, out of sight out of mind seemed to be the rule for the day.At one point I asked her. “Are we going to talk about what happened?”“No.”“Why not?”“Because I’m a good girl and GOOD GIRLS don’t ENJOY getting RAPED.” And she broke out crying and ran to our room and slammed the door.Two and a half weeks went by nothing. Her nipples immediately responded, poking through the thin cotton top. He slowly lifted her shirt, and when it crested the peak of their upturned shape, they sprang forth with a bounce. Jeff massages her tits and then slid his hands down into her shorts and rubbed her clit. Adrianna's breathing got shorter and sharper, as the whirring of the machinery reached a crescendo. When Adrianna opened her eyes she was met with six pairs of hungry eyes of the men now wiping down the car with their. “Make a note, Carol darling,” Dommi said. “Lori, she loves the rope. You enjoy the rope. Magda just wears the rope.”“Apologies, Senior Wife Dommi,” Magda said.“No apologies necessary, Magda. We all have our kinks, and this isn’t one of yours. You wear it well, though.”Lori agreed. She wanted to gently part the strands around Magda’s cunt and bury her face in-between her wife’s thighs. Lori didn’t think she’d ever seen Magda – or Senior Wife Carol – look more desirable than they did wearing. I had a chance to glance at her outfit. The first thing I noticed was that she wore fishnet black stockings. Her dress was really short, so short one could see the top of her stockings. It was one of those one piece dresses that were mesh material, kind of like the type you put your dirty gym clothes in. I also noticed her hair was up in a ponytail. She was so fucking hot at that moment. I succumbed to my own weaknesses. "Where is Kayla?" I yelled. She stood there shaking as she turned to me..