With a little effort, Erik could actually see in her mind the desire to relieve herself, the subconscious part. In her mind she wanted to run down the...halls and plant that little ass of hers on a toilet and let it all out, reveling in it. But Erik could sense something deeper, another desire. Then it hit him. She was wishing she could pee right there in her panties, without leaving her seat. It wasn’t a conscious thought, but a deeper desire. Surprised by this revelation, Erik pondered over it. I watched the guy between your legs, both men were from the swinger club we went to but had never had you there so you did not recognise them. I had chosen them as they both had huge cocks and I wanted your cunt ripped apart tonight. His arse was going up and down as he fucked your soaking wet cunt hard. You were obviously enjoying it from the noises you were making. Just then the guy started going faster and I could hear his grunts as he started shooting his cum inside your sweet wet cunt. With a final push and a weak gasp, she came. After her release I held her close. There were tears in her eyes but she also had on the biggest smile of any of my wives. I kissed her long and hard and she gave out one final sigh as she collapsed on me. I told her to go back to sleep. She promptly obeyed my command. I moved her off to the side as Shamona had rolled away in the night. She was asleep holding on to me, her small hand around my cock, her head in the crook of my arm. I dozed off. Once, after a particularly loud shriek, Megan craned her neck to peer in the open door, but there was nothing interesting, just her slut of a boss bent over her desk with her skirt flipped up over her ass, Master Dylan plowing her from behind. She promptly got back to watching. One thing at a time. ‘Hey guys, I don’t know if you’re ready or not, but we have some of our festivity funtivities ready to go whenever, um, Master Dylan is ready,’ Megan announced in Desiree’s doorway a short time.