He ran his fingers through my hair.“Hey, calm down hunny. We don’t hurt girls we make dreams come true but there’s always a price to pay for tea...ing”.It suddenly dawned on me that the whole adventure had been rehearsed with almost military precision.They were both over me now working as a pair as they untied me until I laid untied in my lingerie. Was this it, was this the end of my adventure? Apart from being denied my ultimate orgasm I hoped it was. I wasn’t entirely sure. They stood over me &. 00 pm. I was waiting for them at the station. This was our first time. When they got down from the train, a strange sensation ran through our body while looking at them. We went to our house. My wife was unable to see the face of my friend. We took our dinner together. There all of us took two pegs of vodka each. After drinks, I marked my wife participating with our talks on various matter such as 3 some, wife swapping, their previous experiences etc. The atmosphere was heating up. By the time. Because the supply of this specialised,really young-looking fuck-meat was limited the arena was not filled.? The arena was vast, not quite the size of afootball pitch but extensive, surrounded as it was by a couple of thousandbooths in tiers ? ground floors booths definitely the best. But to enable theclients to have a close up view of the fucking great horrors, the directors hadcome up with an alternative to video screens; the arena as already demonstratedhad complex hydraulics built in -. “Hey, what’s up with the caterer’s van next door?” he now asks after a quick glance out the window. “The coach and his wife are having a party for the football team…” Aaron answers briefly, in an uninterested voice, but J.J.’s mind is already moving in a completely different direction. “What’s her name again? Christine?” he asks. “Who?” Aaron replies, distractedly. “The coach’s wife! Duh!” J.J. ripostes. “Oh, yeah, Christine…” Aaron answers indifferently. “She is kinda hot,” J.J. offers..