Now, however, I was absolutely prone to the whims of another human being, with nothing keeping me safe and alive except my husband's wishes. I still ...ried, a nervous reaction to the intensity of the games, but I no longer strained against the bindings. John walked back to my front, running his fingers from the small of my back to just above my vagina. He unzipped his pants and let them, along with his boxers, drop to the floor, allowing his large cock to spring out, surprising me, as usual. I. Sorcha and Megan entered the lift, turning around to see me picking up my shoes. As I stood up, I looked at the girls and saw them smiling but still with a little tension in their eyes. I stepped into the lift, moving to the back, where the girls were already standing. Just as the doors started to close, a man's voice called out to hold the lift. “Isn’t it a bit cold to be bare legged and wearing such short skirt’s? Not that I’m complaining, you all have amazing legs. And you have cute feet. "The plan occurred to me that night. Jill was curled up on the sofa, immersed in one of her endless mystery novels. I was watching a baseball game and daydreaming. The air was heavy and the crickets chorused outside. She had showered and changed into light cotton skirt that she tugged down occasionally to cover her exposed little panties. Her hair was wet and she smelled freshly soaped. Her eyes drifted above the page and she smiled at me. It was a smile of innocence and trust. It was an. He had his cigarette in his mouth as he peed, and he turned his head to me, ‘Fucking hell son, I needed this, must have drank 10 pints’, and as he spoke the red tip on his cigarette glowed. ‘I’m not a boy’, I said, nervously, and then he rather stupidly asked who I was, as if being a girl was an impossibility. ‘I’m a girl’, I said f***efully, that was when he turned to me, still peeing, ‘You’re a girl’, he retorted credulously, and my heart sank at my presumed unattractiveness. I think he saw.