“Just let me go,” she pleaded, “Just let me go and I won’t tell. You can’t get away with this.” “If that’s how it is maybe I should ...ust kill you and enjoy your body,” I said coldly. “No, no, no,” she repeated as tears started to form in her eyes, “leave me alone…” I roughly grabbed the satchel she used as a book bag and purse, breaking its strap, and opened it. I was looking for things that might be of use. I wasn’t really prepared for this and thought it would be much easier, if I could. We should ask one of your other lovers . . . it’s not as though we haven’t got lots of choices” he joked. He was right of course, the past year had been our busiest, and most fun ever for meeting new lovers, both single and couples, at clubs and from our on-line swingers-profile. But Hubby also knew I had a “soft-spot for his hard-spot” as he often joked whenever we talked about No.6 (which was quite often and usually led to passionate and exciting cuddling sessions!!!). So to have him texting. The **** that followed was brutal and non-stop, with blood and semen flowing in equal amounts as each and all men took their turn to vent their frustrations at the hands of their brutal masters, with the sexual pleasure of this lone white girl.During the realistic r****g I looked across to one of my viewing companions, the lone male in a room of three couples, and I noted he was showing signs of discomfort, not of the ****, as the bulge in his pants showed, but the need to be part of the act. We took turns going to the bathroom and changing into our night clothes. I was wearing my usual pajamas bottoms with a tank top, and Sammy wearing pajama top and bottom, and Kelly and Cindy were wearing a long shirt tops that went down to just above the knees and undies, and Jack had on just about the same as me. We had all decided that there was nothing we could do but to climb into bed together. I got in the left side and Sammy got in next beside me, then Kelly got in on my other side, then.