After just one drink we were getting along fine and the wife asked if maybe we should head back to their place for another drink. It sounded good to m... as I was getting a hardon in my jeans and black speedo already.Their house was only a 5 minute walk from the bar.When we walked in the husband went to the kitchen to make some drinks and the wife pushed me down onto the couch and we started making out. Our lips (and tongues) were locked until the husband came back with our drinks.At this point. It didn’t take long for the man to cum. When he did, he pulled out and shot his load all over her face, hair and neck. The other guy then finished off inside her pussy with Cindy sitting at the edge of the table, and the guy standing there humping her, making her bounce her bottom on the table top each time he thrust into her.Cindy still had enough energy to work him hard as she dug her nails into his back and squeezed his sides with her legs as he pumped the last bit of cum into. I spoke to my husband who was immediately ok. So, others came to tell me that they knew about me and that they also wanted to fuck me in exchange for their silence. Except that I did not want their silence, on the contrary. With time, they allowed themselves to come from time to time with their own friends to use me gangbang. And that's how I started to become the cum dump of the neighborhood, their friends, friends of friends and so on for my greatest pleasure. And it happened the same with. But in the end, Amy did her duty. Of course, the old man didn't really die of a brain aneurism, unless by chance a blood vessel in his brain burst milliseconds before the .38 hollow-point round entered his skull.Amy hadn't wanted to kill the old professor, he was a rather brilliant scientist. But she'd followed him to his initial meeting where he'd taken a 'taste' and then watched him enter the lab after hours and fill a refrigerated sample case with several vials of the 'Vulcan drug, ' no.