They would push her legs apart further, spreading her cheeks, and bang right up the middle. My wife being in the stockade provided protection and anon...mity for the guys. Since she would not know who to blame, the guys felt reckless, that they could get away with doing something to a female body that they had never even fantasized.The six in line were having a lot of party fun. Most fucked both holes, and, again, did so with impact. Between the music notes of the PA, I could hear those guys. Brilliant.Pretty much everybody at work would be gone and he could do some finetuning on the matrix. For a moment he fantasised....He would be responsible for the machine that had gotten so intelligent that it had started World War 3. Then it would become the center of a new world where humans would be grown to in a cocoon with sludge in them, so that the machine could harvest their life blood as batteries. And then we would be kept in a perpetual dreamstate... Okay, so a net-hookup was not an. " Why did you do that?" I'll tell you later, but I'll go upstairs to check on the kids now. Will you fix the kitchen?" Sure. And if you are that tired, I think you should go and take a rest on our bed." You know, dear, I think I'll do that. Might be good for you, too." With a mysterious smile she dropped the hem of her dress, and disappeared up the stairs with swaying hips, while I was left with the dishes, an unsatisfied curiosity, and a hard cock which I had to adjust, to feel a little less. The hobble skirt of the dress kepther from moving up the steps very smoothly. John paused at the top andbobbi gasped for to catch her breath. John leaned close and whispered, "You are a slave tonight. Follow my directions to the letter and do nothesitate at any command!"bobbi could do nothing but follow John into the large room before them.As the doors opened, she saw incredible sights she had only dreamedof....walking one step behind John and to his right, she tried tomaintain her pose and.