The men were breathing heavily, they looked disbelievingly at each other. Their brains utterly scrambled. Do they fight? Do they surrender? Do they be... for their lives? The way they had been toyed with and stalked, and the the way their comrades had been brutally tortured and emasculated indicated they would have little chance in combat with these females. Then the figures removed their veils and capes….The men stood open mouthed, their eyes widened in amazement, stood in an aggressive posture. After talking for a while she smiles and says “how do I look in this outfit?” “I’d hire you” I said. “Thanks” she said. “I wanted to look professional for my interview, but don’t own a business suit so I borrowed this from your wife, including the pantyhose.” My heart nearly pounded out my chest. All the pantyhose my wife owns are for me. She only wears them when we fuck. Now my wife’s “fuck me” pantyhose are on this beautiful girls sexy legs. There’s even a good chance I’ve cum all over these. .but I'm sore so be gentle this time. O.K.?" David agreed. Then Denise said to me "you coming honey?" David looked at me, then my pj's and said "he already has." Then he said to me "you enjoyed watching me fuck your wife....didn't you?" I stammered "I guess I did." David continued "you liked watching her get fucked by a real man’s cock… stretching her pussy like it should be stretched....you know she likes it, because she want's more. Now get off your white ass and come watch her take me. You let me enjoy it for a few minutes, before stopping abruptly. Fingers, three of them now, still buried firmly in me, trying to stretch me out, and hand still pumping madly away at my dick, you turn back to look at me, moving your hip away to make eye contact, reminding me, "Don't you cum. Remember, you are not allowed to cum without me saying so." To emphasize your point, you push your fingers in deeper and bite the head of my dick. My muffled cry and back arching lets you know your point.