"We're here usually around now too, I'm surprised we haven't noticed you before." the other man said, and this time I could have sworn he looked me u... and down, but wrote it off."I'm mostly in the sauna, so I miss most people," I said."Ya you still seem pretty sweaty," the other man said and looked me up and down.This time I was sure they were checking me out, and oddly I felt way more comfortable now, but I went to go back to my shower."Why not stick around here, over the echo in here, it's. They took turns and kept it up all day. It was late afternoon when three wooden cages were brought. They were short and slim so we could not stand in them.There were even bars in the bottom and we were shoved into them. They were not tall enough and I was bent and did not fit. I had to straddle a center bar and my head stuck out between two on the top. My wrists were tied behind my back again and we were shoved towards the road.A short enemy lieutenant was in charge with one soldier for each. Turns out, her clit has a silver ring through it to match her nipples. I must have spent a solid hour flicking that ring with my tongue, sucking it into my mouth, tugging it with my teeth, as Asha had one orgasm after another. Finally, her long legs were wrapped around me and I was pumping a hot load of sperm into my best friend’s wife, while my own bride was getting the same treatment a few feet away.Far from feeling any guilt or regret, we all agreed that swapping was incredibly hot. The. "Suddenly the fear she'd felt riding the motorcycle rushed back to clutch at her, sending a shiver and chill through her whole body. She shuddered her shoulders trembling. It was so ridiculous, funny almost. It seemed like an eternity since she'd gotten up that morning drank her coffee, retrieved the newspaper from its brambled burial ground--all her routine, day-to-day activities that kept her alive, identified her as Kathy McGuire wife of Art McGuire.Now, somehow, that had all been swept away.