Whilst he was doing it to me, I couldn't get the image of all those guys downstairs out of my mind. Did they know what we where doing up here? They mu...t have known, that's probably why they where whistling at me. As Patrick fucked his cock into me, I kept imagining that all the guys where standing around the bed watching us. The idea of it really turned me on and I came and came and my final climax, as Patrick shot his load of hot spunk into me, was so strong that I screamed. As such, it's intentionally absurd, over-the-top ludicrous, and just plain silly. Hopefully you'll recognize those certain wildly hypocritical "Morality Police" critics who live to skewer writers of stories describing wives who aren't 100% pure as the driven snow. This one's just for them.Enjoy.Pollyanna stood before the full-length mirror, simply admiring herself.She was just incredibly hot.'Gosh, I'm just incredibly hot, ' she mused delightedly to herself.Incongruous, you say, for Pollyanna. In the center of the largely hollow chamber rose a golden column of glowing energy, held between two highly polished reflectors of very pure crystal. Suspended in the center of the energy flow was a sphere made of the same clear crystal, slowly rotating in place. From the sphere, waves of brighter gold spread outward along the column to the reflectors, and was sent right back into the sphere in an endless cycle.At the center of the sphere was a red gemstone, its facets flashing brightly. Vanlo. Jasmine was across the other side of the room, perched on her knees on the large settee facing the windows. Her body was draped over the back of the settee so that the pink anal plug was displayed in the most lewd way Mark could think possible. She was also wearing a purple velvet blindfold. The pink plug stood out in stark contrast to her beautiful ebony skin. The last item that she had displayed on her body was a set of silver nipple shields shaped like the sun with its solar rays pointing.