But she had actually heard his voice. That was real ... she knew it ... not a dream voice. It was her turn to make her way through the fog. She though... it was perhaps morning. Maybe she was hearing ... wait, where was she again? Wherever she was, she didn't think it was her own bedroom. Something was very different. As she neared consciousness one thought rang true in Molly's mind. She realized she was going to wake from her beautiful fantasy before her dream lover had reached his climax, and. Everything was quiet,and everything was dark.In her own solitary world now, Amanda's heart began beating faster with anticipation.No matter how many times she did this,it seemed to retain an inexplicable excitement and danger for her.Forced to operate solely by touch, she felt along the table for the ball-gag.Opening her mouth wide, she pushed the ball between her teeth and thenfastened the leather strap behind her head.She put her left hand to her breast and felt for her nipple.It was already. "He's actually kind of cute" she thinks to herself.She guessed he was about 5'10. He had brown hair and hazel eyes. He wasn't overweight, but he wasn't super skinny. "He could stand to lose a few pounds, but it certainly doesn't detract from his looks" Doe continues within her own mind as he begins to jack up the car."Is this a '92 or '93?" John asks, bringing her back from her silent reverie"It's a '93. My grandmother bought it brand new, but never drove it much. I always liked it for some. Thompson and reached over to feel his crotch and then turned to me and said, "I think you're right Barry. I am going to admit that I am going to enjoy taking this big cock in me!" "Mr. Thompson are you ready to follow us home."Mr. Thompson smiled, "Sounds good to me Joyce!"We all got into our cars and I drove Joyce home. How strange to be driving your wife home knowing that when you get there, another man is going to be the one to fuck her. I reached over and slid my hand up my wife's thigh.