Lucky for us this must have been the first sex these guys had received today, as within a couple of minutes they were both shooting their loads deep i...to our wives.The girls asked the men if they wanted them to make their sad little sissy husbands clean their cocks for them before they left. Lucky for us both declined the offer, once they had left the women ordered us to crawl over to them and clean their dirty pussies, but I was to clean Melissa's and Michael was to clean Carla's.What a start. Do it or go to jail. Take your choice." He pulled out his gun and pointed it at her head.Sally had spent enough time in jail cells in the made-up world of Deathmaster. That was not an option she wanted to take. She dropped to her knees, unzipped the man's pants, and pulled out his cock. It was unusually large. The cautiously put her mouth on the end of it and started sucking it with her lips. The crowd gathered around. She heard jeers and laughter.As she sucked the man's cock got hard and. Suddenly all the pieces fit together and she realized what was happening. The Latin chant was the Requiem Nuptialis, the wedding for the dead! The rocking sensation was caused by the slow measured steps of the six black gowned pallbearers who were carrying her in her casket out of the church and then to the cemetery for burial! She wanted to cry out, but no sound came. She struggled to raise her arms, to push open the casket, but they remained folded on her chest like lead weights. The music. .. I... we... this... you don't understand..."His words were barely audible, and Niven ignored them completely. Obviously Mark didn't suspect that, in not fucking his wife when he had the chance, he too was more ready and eager to relieve himself."You want to fuck me, don't you?" Niven asked in a mesmeric voice. "You want to fuck me, and I want to fuck you too. Why do you think you're here?"Mark thought quickly. He really hadn't wanted to fuck her, he decided. He had just wanted someone to be.