After all, I was a woman - every part of me was designed for a male’s pleasure. Every part of me existed to make men cum. My hands, my body ... my m...uth.Nothing else mattered as much as making my brother cum.When I tuned back in again, my brother was zipping his jeans up once more. For a second, I almost asked if it had worked, if I’d managed to make him cum ... but no, of course i hadn’t. I would remember something as momentous as that. He didn’t say anything, just reached out and wiped the. The coach got off watching me fucking his wife. I got off on the coach watching me fuck his wife. And she got off on me fucking her. After I got to college, things did not change. I decided that I would fuck my way to good grades. That presented a problem since most of the instructors were men. For the married ones, I would try and bag their wives and then blackmail them for grades. For the non-married ones, I decided on seducing them whether they were straight or not. And seduce them I did.. It’s good to get out of the Centre, and it’s good to do something useful. Other than laundry or the kitchen, of course.”“None the less, thank you all. I’ve arranged for a nice meal for all of us a little later, but I expect we’ll all enjoy a shower.”Later, Imogen, with Heidi and Steve, collected the two women from the Centre and took them to a meeting room where a table had been laid for dinner. Heidi and Imogen immediately undressed, and were seated by Steve, who then seated Linda and. I hadn't thought of it as being a big deal. Peg, after all, was regularly getting ass-fucked by five guys at our group sex parties, so I figured that her husband had some freedom also."Nobody fucks my husband!" she shouted. "Nobody!" She slammed the phone down.About a week later, Steve said to me, "I've been invited to another group sex party at Brandon's."Well, that's nice. Will Peg be there? She doesn't seem to like me." Yes, Peg will be there. And you're not invited. Brandon said he was.