The fly of his shorts gapped open and his thick soft cock was partially visible through the pee-hole. He was staring at Annes short t-shirt with male ...ppreciation, as she poured him a cup of coffee like a dutiful wife should. But she wasnt his wife. She was mine! I sourly wondered if hed want to fuck her right there on the kitchen counter before drinking his coffee. He saw me standing there and grinned. Sleep well? I ignored him, going to get a cup. Its my last day in Dallas, so Anne and I. Her touch is so soft and gentle and the woman can feel her self-control slowly crumbling.“Go ahead and look,” Allison says again. “I can tell you want to look at my tits. You can touch them too, if you like.”Lacey tries not to look. This is her best friend, the girl she had lusted over all throughout school. Never did she think she’d ever be in this position, having the opportunity to have Allison. She lowers her eyes and stares anyway. She sees the girl’s chest rising and falling as she. “I think I’m bi,” she said.“I coulda told you that,” Courtney said. I smacked her.“Jasmine, really, it’s totally fine. Please, don’t be upset,” I said, “Just because things got hot and heavy doesn’t mean you’re bi. And if you really are bi, it’s not a big deal. No need to get upset.”She looked up at me with puffy eyes, but no actual tears. “You’re not, like… weirded out?”“No! Absolutely not!” I insisted, “Please don’t tell me you’ve been struggling with this, afraid to tell us?”She sighed. Suddenly, without further delay,everything came together: what I was doing tied up andblindfolded with this sick bastard fucking me, and whatI was talking about when I said, “Of course, I wouldn’tmiss this opportunity for the world.”I had paid my swinging friends to arrange my ownabduction and rape. I’d always fantasized about beingkidnapped and raped. I constantly masturbated, creatingscenarios related to the subject. And now, here I wasbeing kidnapped and raped by a.