I struggled to no avail as I felt my rectum expanding beyond belief. I tried to scream but of course only muffled sounds escaped around the gag. I hea...d the sound of the rack starting to stretch my body and soon felt that I must soon be torn asunder. When I felt that my joints were about to dislocate the stretching mercifully stopped. The dyke attached a chain to the ring in my clit and pulled it straight up and hooked the chain to a bar above the rack stretching it to its limit. I then felt a. I first started fucking other guys because my husband felt bad about leaving me home alone much of the time. He was a long-haul trucker and was gone sometimes two weeks at a time and only stayed home for a couple of days before hitting the road again. It took me a long time to get comfortable with the idea because that wasn’t how I was raised. You didn’t do things like that when you were already with someone. I also had to be convinced that my husband wasn’t the only one who thought I was sexy. “I proposed you would take her place. She cried off.”I was silent for a full minute thinking this over. I was scared. Very scared But... “Are you still there... ?” Dave sounded anxious.Finally I spoke. “Where is this taking place?”Dave told me. I was familiar with it. Half a dozen cabins for rent on a lake. And only half an hour’s drive from where my meeting.“All right then,” I said, hearing an audible sigh of relief. What the hell had he told them about me? “Remember, I can’t get there until. ”“Not a bad idea.” He said. In fact, the idea of showing the news slaves videos of their friends’ current state of bondage was exciting enough to make him even harder and he plunged himself back into Megan’s mouth. The insides of her tight, supple orifice were unspeakably gratifying to him, as were her slurping noises. His testicles, swollen from three days with no release, slapped against the gurgling captive’s chin and neck with each thrust, and his cock felt like it was in a vacuum. He.