But this party was going to be a little different, I could just feel it, it was strange.I entered the party a little late as usual, didn't ever like g...tting there early or on time. Grabbed my first drink and scoped the field. There was your typical groups in separate parts of the house. The part of the group was the soccer players. I knew I was one of them, despite being benched for the whole year and my team almost lose every game. Then there was a handball team, some of them were pretty good. Getting untied and fucked. Right now and here.” “Yes”, came my quick and somewhat breathless and he laughed, kissed me briefly.“Or you can stay our... let's say prisoner, for this day. Used, Abused, fucked at our mercy. As I said before. Easy or hard, that depends on you.”Ryan was back, leaning against the door frame, two mugs with coffee and one bottle of water in his hands.“Think about it. Do we have to show you how wet you are from just this short playing around or can you feel is?”Looking. . She said she had heard of them when she was in college, but never knew of any of her friends who had ever done it. She said that she herself had never had the opportunity. It seemed to me at the time that she was suggesting that she might do it if she ever had the chance.The guys jumped right in and urged her to give it a try. She refused at first, but I think she just wanted them to continue to pressure her, and to give her the time to work up the nerve to do it. It was obvious to me. Yeah, they had a very different, much improved worldview, if you asked me. Fuck Christian morals! Fuck monogamy, right? I was done with that bullshit for good. I wasn’t playing that game anymore.I had no idea how literally true that was until I reached my RV to the unmistakable sound of slurping and licking, followed by moans of feminine pleasure. I walked into the bedroom, thinking that perhaps my wife jilled off, though that didn’t explain the slurping and licking noises, of course. What I.