As a child, he was the one his parents always yelled at "Don't gorunning in the house!" or "Don't go running by the pool!" After manybruises and some ...roken bones he had learned when and where to run, butif given his choice, running was always the way to go to or fromsomething.He couldn't explain it. It was just this feeling that at a point on thehorizon was something great waiting for him, and if he could just runthere fast enough, he would finally get there and catch it. It recededwith each. I slid the locking bolt though thespine, and in a minute he was my new science experiment."Pet?" I asked."Yes?" he responded with more of a question in his tone than an answer."Yes, What?" I asked in a more demanding voice.He closed his eyes as if he was afraid to answer. "Yes, Mistress?" Good answer. Rules are simple; do you want to orgasm? Don't answer that,it was rhetorical, if you do, you may have one single orgasm per month,that is if you do not disobey any rules. Any questions?" Umm...". Joy had sat down on Barry’s lap. “My god” I thought “wife swapping”. Well I almost got it right. The women suddenly jumped up and headed back to the bedroom. “Coming boys” Marsha called out. Both Barry and I jumped up and followed them. By the time we got there Joy and Marsha were on the bed making out. I looked at Barry, he looked at me, and we both began to get our gear off.I recalled the foursome videos we had watched and I wished Joy would be into it. Now I stood naked, my cock erect and. Even he looked sickened by what he was seeing, “Come on, guys. She’s had enough.”The source of all the commotion was soon revealed.Pete stood over Chloe like some puppet master. He had one of her nipples in each hand, pulling them up and down, stretching them both to the point where she was being lifted on and off the ground.Hank was between her spread legs. He had his whole hand shoved up into Chloe’s pussy and was plunging in and out as fast and as deep as he could.With the thud of the rifle.