Mera link society ki kuch ladkiyon se tha. Ek bhaabhi bhi mere chakkar main thi. Kareeb 3 mahine pehle hamare saamne wale flat main ek married couple ...aya. Dono main kaafi jhadga hota tha kyuki husband mostly bahaar tour pe hi rehta tha.Humari bhi thodi jaan pehchaan ho gayi thi aur main unko bhabhi kehta tha. Unko dekh ke lagta tha ke wo kuch abnormal behave karti hai aur hum tehre pakke harami. Par is baar maine first step nahi uthaya. Maine socha ke thoda observe karte hai phir dekhte hai. M., drunk and horny. I found Pam making movements on the dance floor in a swashbuckling mess, limbs flailing everywhere. I made the mistake of letting her see me while she was dancing, and she stomped over and plucked me like a Jurassic predator. While grinding on me, she planted a wet beer kiss all over the lower hemisphere of my face. Then her friends grabbed her for last call, leaving me standing stupidly on the dance floor, still unmoved since being seized, but now with beer-saliva on my. The mock **** scenes and threesomes were stuff for fantasies. I went to therapy and worked hard to overcome my sex addiction. I was a good girl now. I had grown up. Finished my degree. Secured a job and settled down. We talked off marriage, k**s and the white picket fence -- the life most girls dream off. But I wasn't like most girls. Sometimes when I thought really hard I could actually convince myself my life was not a lie. Therapy had actually changed me. I had become the woman society. Lacy and June attached leashes to each of our collars and took the four of us, still naked, up the elevator to the floor where I had worked when I was still employed by Masterson Automotive. I was most unwilling to step off the elevator but I had no choice. I thought I would die to be seen naked and collared by all my former coworkers and by my former bosses. All four of us would have covered our genitals if we could, but of course we all still had our hands cuffed behind us. I felt a warm.