It was the summer of Formula 69. It was the summer of my betrayal of my boss and best friend.***[Part one] Back in TexasHell, Mr. Horse should have k...own better than to trust me anyways! Yes, we were longtime friends, yet Mr. H. knew that I had a shady past which, as far as he knew, included larceny, brutality, and murder. One might question the brutality part because of my wheelchair limitations. Sheeit, I blinded and seriously maimed an asshole longshoreman thirty years ago simply by. I trust you and that is enough said about that. You can call us a fetish club. An extremely safe fetish club."For some reason, women's fetishes seem to be more extreme than men's. The men in our group exploit the women, there is no doubt about that. The men also are there to satisfy the needs of a particular woman's fetish, so it works both ways. You were aware of what Nan needed. She was the only one we have ever had with that particular 'need' if you will."We have one woman that likes pain. A look across to Frank and Bill showed signs that they were keen to see if this may lead to anything. Both had replaced their underpants but twitches were clearly evident as I glanced across at them."So did you like seeing us getting fucked then boys?" I asked quite blatantly after Louise had finished her little tease.The reply came from the taller one of the two that he had and that he had almost spunked on seeing me get a blasting across my face from 'the old guys cock' as he so succinctly. My thick index finger slides slowly inside you, beckoning up against your pussy wall and the determined actions of my tongue.You cave and your leg now free you start to buck against my tongue. I hold it there for you as I finger you in time to your actions. Riding the soft firmness of my tongue as my finger rubs up against your walls. Your tied hands now in my hair, my hand on your tummy holding you down. Your hips rocking and riding over and over. Your soft moans are now desperate, as your.