” “Believe it or not, I have noticed a theme, and it is disgusting. I am honestly curious: are there any limits to your depravity?”“Oh honey, ...hat is not a conversation you want to have.”“While I do share Alexis’s horror, I would be lying if I said I wasn’t impressed,” said Sophia. Alexis flashed her a look of disbelief. “What? This is going in the history books. Knights have died for this kind of recognition. And you tell me the last time there was gossip this juicy.”“Please don’t encourage. Knowing that, when he said in a stern voice, “C’mear”, I obeyed him. I didn’t want to risk feeling his wrath. When I was within reach, he grabbed my arm and pulled me closer, and then he forced my hand onto his dick. It wasn’t as hard as it had been, but it wasn’t totally soft either. When he removed his hand, he said in that same stern tone, “Play with it.”I had no idea what I was doing, but I did my best. I kept watching his face for some sign that I was doing it right. He just showed me that. I had to literally inch his cock inside me, as it stretched my insides and made me wet as he filled me. Only half of him was inside me when it began to hurt deep in my tummy, and I couldn’t take anymore of him. I was moving up and down on just the half of him that I could take, when the other guy pulled my head towards him as he began fucking my mouth.My legs were tired and I couldn’t hold myself up any longer and began falling over to the side. The guy fucking my mouth pulled me up and led me. I found the pictures and the plan came together. Afriend asked to borrow my digital Camera. I noticedthere were pictures in memory. I downloaded them andgot the shock of my life. They were from our 2003 NewYear’s party. Susan and I had both gotten very drunk. Ihave very little recollection of what happened, Ipretty much blacked out. Susan must have also. I vaguely remember saying she was pretty enough to be afashion model. I had always wanted private photos of mybeautiful wife, but she.