I was excited to find out what my stroker looked like, but there was no one. Someone had been behind Cory and stroking my cock, but I had no idea who ...t was or what she looked like. It was a mind fuck. All I knew was, it wasn't Cory, and it wasn't Margot.Cory and Margot dragged me to the corner. They sat me upright with my back against the post facing the center of the crowd that surrounded me on three sides. Margot tied each of my wrists to the post above the top ropes with satin straps. Once. "Oh Joey yes! Fuck me baby! fuck me!" she groaned lying face down.I plunged hard and fast into my stepmothers pussy, not wanting to waste a second, and eagerly fucked her just how she wanted it."Yes Joey! yes!" she groaned clutching the edges of the sun lounger again, as I pounded my cock into her from behind.I soon lay on top of her, because I wanted to feel her hot naked body against mine, and now I was almost balls deep in my stepmothers cunt, and she groaned even louder as I continued to. ’ I felt I had to stop her. Just remembering the fear in her eyes was enough. ‘You have no need to say anything.’ ‘Yes, I do, and it’s important. The evening before Karen came to visit me, my husband came home drunk. He wanted sex, and I refused. He told me that I couldn’t refuse him since I was his wife. He then took what he wanted, and when I didn’t appreciate the fact that he had just raped me, he beat me up. Karen took one look at me and knew.’ Even as Cheryl talked, her hand squeezed mine. Our nightly sojourns on our roof tops. Our joint exploration of porn pictures that I gleaned from my friends. Our intimate contacts when my hand glided up her thighs under her skirt and my fingers brushed against her vagina- her pretence of ignorance, but her silent approval with lift of her hips at my attempt of removing her panties, the expression in her wide eyes when I first inserted my fingers in her vagina, our secret hours of mutual masturbation,…Ruth was our neighbor in Vikramshila.