. He'd made her clean their juices from his heavy scrotum. Later, his fingers in her crotch, now practically a cascade, he made her tell him her darke...t, most secret fantasy. He'd finally let her cum. Not from his cock, or his fingers, or his tongue. But by allowing her to back up against his leg and grind herself against him shamelessly like a bitch in heat, and she brought herself off happily, wallowing in her need and the realization that this was pleasing him perhaps more than anything. ..oh.. its hard to explain. It was everything I needed. He was very sexy. His caramel complexion glistened with oil. I could see the shape of his tones chest under his wife beater. Oh he was it. I wanted him. I needed to feel him. I didn't know why or how I could instantly get turned on by him but I was. I needed to fuck him and soon because my pussy began to throb at the thought of what me and him could do. "Well sweetie I can take you where ever you need to go." he stated snapping me out my. Or perhapshe could lead me round on my knees until I begged him to stop and promisedhim anything, something like a throat-scraping fellatio and swallowing of anythinghe had to give. "Are you okay?" he asked, taking the panties from my mouth. "You seem tobe breathing heavily." "It's… it's just a game that we play." "Well, I don't want to keep you chained up for ever. The note says that Ican tell you that the key to your handcuffs is stuck to the strap that goesbetween your legs. Unfortunately. But then she remembered her current situation, and inwardly laughed. "Here I am, trying to get strange guys to make passes at me, and I'm worried about being attracted to one of my husband's friends."With a start, Jen suddenly realized that the guys she flirted with when they played the Game always looked like Rick. Tall, ruggedly handsome, dark hair and complexion. Athletic, and well built. She guilty realized that these guys didn't look at all like her husband Mike. She worried whether Mike.