The penalties for breaking this silence, I am told, are quite severe. My best friend Laura went through her rite about six months before. When I asked...her for details, all she would say was, "It hurt! That's all I can tell you, and I probably shouldn't have even told you that, so you never heard that, ok?!" Disappointed and nervous, I dropped the subject.A year ago, my mother dropped the bombshell on me that she had arranged for me to marry my grade-school sweetheart Micah. I had known that. * * * I guess I hardly need explain that it was the worst night of my life. My wife was upstairs fucking another man in our bed while I lay in the basement waiting for my balls to die. Because now I understood that’s what they had planned for me. I struggled against my bondage but it was no use. I was too weak, too exhausted, too defeated. I lay back on the lounge chair and tried to concentrate on the pleasurable feelings the vibrator was still milking from my cock and to ignore the fatal. Dianne said he started rubbing her arms, held her hand and started talking to her. As they continued talking he got behind her as Dianne was on the poolbar stool, he got closer to her and kept putting his hands on her shoulders and caressing and masaging her back, he then started talking in her ear. He was telling her how hot she was and that her husband was a lucky guy. About five minutes of this he sat on the pool barstool next to her, Dianne said as she sat on the pool barstool and said he. "What a little brown noser he is!" One of the girls quipped. From behind I felt a sudden, overwhelming sensation as my buttplug was ripped out, like evacuating my bowels but much more intense. "Now Jamie, you crawl around behind Ashley and say hello to him too!" pink haired girl commanded. "This will make for some great footage!". Later on I did in fact find this footage online, and much to my dismay my asshole retained quite a large gape, so you could actually see right inside me. This was.