"It says here that Sade wrote a book called the 120 Days of Sodom, which cataloged a long list of perversions visited upon teenagers by a quartet of r...ch libertines." Jack looked up. Annie's face had become pale. "The book was never completed, and the edition published a century after his death contains many gaps."Annie took a deep breath. "A complete book from an incomplete man. I think you're right, Jack. I think that's where we're supposed to go." She pointed."Annie," Jack said, taking ahold. I have written this story, but it is Sam’s words and thoughts as he told it to me.As we drove back at Stacy and Tom’s house, Tom and I talked about sports mostly, but our minds were on the girls in the back seats. We could hear them whispering but couldn’t tell what they were saying. I kept glancing back in the rearview mirror to see if I could see what they were doing, but it was too dark. We all walked in the house and Tom told us that he would be right back after taking the babysitter home.. Eliz went into detail so by the time Belinda drove into her carport she was so 'on heat' that any welcome that had been planned for Eliz was put on hold until Belinda had drained her husband of every drop of essence from his balls and only then did she emerge not only to get a late tea but to introduce Eliz to her husband, a task that wasn't necessary for Eliz already knew him but a custom had to be ritually carried out. "I'm Sam", he said as the introduction was done in the lounge over a. A short quick pull sat me back onto her face and she plunged her tongue into my asshole, although it barely made it in. With a surprise I let go of her breasts and nearly fell over. She took this opportunity to shove me and I toppled sideways onto the bed laughing.“If you’re quite done fucking around, can you get back to fucking ME?” she demanded. “Certainly, I choked with a giggle, knowing the overly dominant tone was something she never used with me, but perhaps was what her husband was used.