A breeze rustles by and something strange catches in my brain just before drifting off. I could've sworn I heard someone whisper my name......I awaken...in darkness. As my dreary, fog-filled eyes open, I try desperately to see my surroundings. Sadly, my efforts are in vain. 'How long was I out?' I wonder, 'Why is it so dark?'I try to move, quickly finding out that I'm no longer lying on the pier like I originally thought. My feet are shackled to the wall, same with my wrists. 'Weird,' I think to. After he was also done and pulled out, a third guy claimed his turn.This time he grabbed Ana’s hips and made her stay on all fours.He spat on my wife’s ass crack and with no warning he shoved his cockhead up Anita’s tight asshole. She cried in pain and tried to escape forward; but the bastard held her in position and he shoved his cock even deeper. Ana screamed in pain, but now she pushed back her butt to meet his thrusts.She came again as she was being sodomized; the guy enjoying her tight. He started touching her pussy and she went crazy! She was sucking like a complete slut and the three of us just loved it. She would suck us three one by one giving each of us about 3-4 strokes trying to go as fast as she could. Todd slowly entered her from behind and only a few strokes later she had her first orgasm. Todd’s 8 inch dick surely made a difference since my wife is used to the standard 6 inches I have. When she started coming Jim couldn’t handle it and started coming too. She. I’d hate to have her think I’m sick or perverted or something and then I’d lose her.’ ‘Do you think what you’re thinking is sick or perverted?’ Monsignor Sheamus O’Shaunessey asked. ‘I have mixed feelings about it,’ The Right Reverend Michael O’Reilly confessed. ‘On some levels, yes, terribly. Isn’t it sick and perverted?’ ‘Not in any way that I can see,’ Monsignor Sheamus O’Shaunessey said evenly, glancing sideways at him to see his reaction. ‘Really! Oh, if that were only true,’ The Right.