It was so hot. When my "date" came - we would ask him to leave and Michael would slowly lick me - all that cum and my juice and then fuck me. I bec...me addicted to cock. I would have two in a day sometimes - and then two at once. NOTHING better than a DP. To think I used to be so innocent. Now a simple fuck was boring. On my 40th birthday Michael took me to my favorite restaurant. He gave me a half a xanax and a glass of wine and said I would understand after the night started why I. . SLAM? Damn! The door had slammed shut.I ran to it and pulled at the handle. Stuck. Locked tight. My heartsank. We lived in the outskirts of the city and although it was a goodarea everyone made sure their houses were secure. I knew there was noway in. The doors were secure and the windows unbreakable. I was stuckoutside in my wedding dress.I just stood there. A gorgeous bride with nowhere to go. I realised thebest idea would be to take off the dress and lingerie and see if I. In fact the girl seemed seek him out and watch what he was doing and asking him things. They became friends; because in a way they were both loners.At college Janet knew she lagged behind her contemporary's in the sexy figure league. She had noticed how those with the prominent breasts and curves clubbed together socially. Then there was the boyfriend count and who had dumped whom. She just didn't seem to figure in any of it. She'd be glad to finish with study altogether and do something. CHAPTER IV The first rule was that I was not speak unless asked a question or told to speak, and that I was not to ask him anything about himself - his name, occupation, age, NOTHING. The second rule was that I had to know that for the next 48 hours, everything I said and did would be recorded and video taped. I would have to be cooperative and eager to please in every way. I would be expected to answer any questions fully and without hesitation, and I would be required to actively participate.