I told him I had some food and some money for him. He said waht are ya interested in. I said really everything but actually nothing. My wife is waitin... for me at home and i am in a hurry. he gave me a card and said make some time for me and I can show you a good time. i said I would like that and gave him the bag. he leaned over and kissed me and said thanks.I called him the next day and told him my wife was gone until the next day. she went on a trip to the casino. I asked if he would like to. They work their mouths in unison, one on either side of my shaft, jerking me off between their lips. It feels so real. It's as if I can feel their hands groping and touching me. Even in my dream state it's intoxicating not knowing whose finger is where, or whose hand cups my balls. A fingernail traces a path down my inner thigh. A tiny wet finger wriggles its way into my asshole. It's a chaotic maelstrom of hands and tongues everywhere. I take pleasure in losing myself in their loving embrace.. "But... I thought you liked me," he said."I like you fine..." the teasing bitch said cruelly as she dressed,"as a cuntlapper. But there's no way I'm returning that favor. If it got out that I fucked or sucked a dweeb like you, I would bethe laughingstock of the school, not to mention getting botheredby all the other geeks. Thanks for the cum, baby, but I'm gone." and she flounced out of the house.Jeff just sat there stunned on the couch, his hard-on in no waydiminished by the shredding he. "We've got to help Cissy."I just stared at her, and she felt around under the bed, found my big bayonet and cut me loose. I sat up and shook my head and then wished I had not done that. I touched my cheek and felt the swelling alongside my eye."Help her," Annabelle pleaded, kneeling before me. I found my musket, checked the priming and clamped on my blade, a bit unsteady but upright, all my weight on one foot and not seeing very clearly."How many?" I asked, leaning beside the open door."Three.