“Phil,” she said in a hushed shaky voice, “it’s not a matter of whether I want to have sex. It’s that I must have it whether I really want t... or not. Can you understand that?” “I’m trying to, Hon. Really, I am. You’re not a bad person, and you’re not that nympho your husband accused you of being. You’re a nice normal lady in every way other than doing what you’re driven to do by something you have no control over.” A smile came over Edna’s face as she looked up and me and said, “Thanks. I think. Tossing the key and my wallet onto the entry table, we noticed the lights were dimly lit and music was playing softly from the television. Turning the corner from the hallway into the bedroom, Amy started to say that she didn't remember leaving the TV on, before stopping dead in her tracks with her words hanging in mid-sentence. Sitting quietly on the corner of the bed, a slender woman with blonde hair smiled at us and straightened her posture. Amy's eyes quickly flashed back at me then. Large men, wearing cloth, were staring entranced by the scene before them. Each man had a lead in their hands, and as Jane studied, she could see that each man had a woman at his feet, sitting silently with their heads bowed. They were wearing very little, just enough cloth to cover their breasts and pussies, and as Jane walked closer she could see what the men were cheering. A woman, completely naked, was dancing on the other side of the fire. The men in the front row were hitting her legs,. I began a litany to coax an orgasm out of her. “Cum for me, slut. Cum for a stranger while he cums inside of you. Feel my cock throb and my cum fill you up. Cum for me.” Thrusting inside her with a growl as I slipped over the edge, her pussy clamped down on me and began milking me once more. I held on for the ride as her own orgasm ripped through her, partly surprised by a lack of profanity as she let out a primal scream instead. Half way through I released her wrists and lowered her legs,.