‘You really think those bastards were going to get me drunk and rape me, then try to use a video to blackmail me into more sex? Could they really be...that frikking stupid?’ ‘I’m pretty sure they have done it before. That’s why I suggested you call..what’d you say her name was, Joan?…and ask her over lunch what happened to her. Describe the set up and ask, promising secrecy or help, which ever she wants. If she’s married, or in a relationship, she’ll probably want secrecy. That’s their hold on. She had to take her hand out of her mouth and use both hands to support herself on the work surface as I increased the speed and power of my thrusts.She began to come for the first time about seven minutes in to our second fuck and as she took her hand away to fill her both I smashed her three times really hard so that she toppled towards the side slipping her left hand off the side. She was now bent at waist with her head closer to her knees her tits squashing in to her legs. She had little. Fill my pussy... suck on my tits." In the shower, she shocked me again. She washed my cock and my balls and, after we rinsed each other off, she knelt down and gave me a very intense blow job, sucking my cock and balls. I couldn't believe the change in her. After getting dressed, she told me, "I'll meet you downstairs shortly. Have a drink waiting for me."Downstairs, I made drinks as well as appetizers. Shortly, my wife appeared - again like I'd never seen her. She wore a complete red lacy. I pondered my options and realized Id have no choice but to go to the closest fast food joint to grab a late night bite. I left a note for my roommate so when she got back from clubbing with her catch of the night, she wouldnt worry. She would always ask me to go with her but I always refused because the one time I went clubbing with her, I was far from impressed by the crowded room, over priced food, and the almost animalistic way men competed for the attention of the women. I was fine being.