Viola was forced to choose between protecting the back of her head, and dislodging the cock, and sheer survival instinct made her choose the former. A...ter a brutal half hour or dragging around the forest floor, Viola felt the cock straining and throbbing. She had tears in her eyes, and many scrapes and bruises on her back. Still, her loins were on fire, and she knew that she had long since been enjoying the solid fucking she was being given. She was not just enjoying this, she wanted it to. They were both so damned good looking I could feel my cock getting hard. The girls whispered between themselves and seeing me trying to conceal my, by then, raging hardon walked over to the side of my bed and before I could stop them raised the sheet. The both looked down, licked their lips, and looked at each other. “Rock, paper, scissors” said Shelia and when Samantha nodded yes they began that children’s game over the middle of my bed. The first four games were ties and you could feel the. I still couldn't believe how hard he still was. He then said are you guys getting what you came here for, not even knowing it would lead to all this but so much enjoying Kristen getting treated like the sissy slut she is, all I said like instinct was "yes sir" . Do you want more? "Yes sir" say please he said. I instinctively said “please sir, give me more". He then said remember Kristen when I told you that you looked good enough to fuck? I quickly said "yes sir" he said well guess what. It’s. Once inside, the opulence of the house's interior was lost on him as he blindly invaded room after room, ready to claim his wife at the instant he caught sight of her. Pausing at the sweeping stairs leading to the second story, he looked up into the darkness, listening for the slightest whisper, a single footstep, any clue that might lead him to his first and final stand against this devil, this puppet-master whose strings held his wife in an endless dance of submission. Silence. The eerie.