I could hear the sound of other people nearby as I was led along, the fact that nobody commented on my condition (with a bag over my head) implied the...belief that my ‘initiation’ was something that came to everyone.Certainly, Wendy (aka Mrs Murdoch) had made no attempt to intervene. Possibly, I mused, she had been instrumental in the affair, having led me to the Kitty Litter not so much as to relieve her hot clear pee over the ground, but rather to place me in a position to be kidnapped. I. He then entered me from behind sliding his thick cock into my cunt againin one motion. He began fucking me doggy style and it seemed as thoughhis cock was actually reaching deeper into me than it ever had."My little penis was stiff now and I wanted so much to touch it but I wasafraid of breaking the spell of my wife's story. She was fucking herselfwith 3 fingers now and twisting her nipples in what looked like a mostpainful way. I had never treated her breasts as roughly as she was now. Icould. Other girls had though.Eileen was collared by Samantha Blair when she came to collect Clementine. Samantha, a solicitor in London with two nannies, as usual, even over a weekend, was wearing a pencil slim, black, knee length skirt, leopard print kitten heels, al la her heroine Theresa May, a gunmetal grey, vee neck blouse and sheer hose. Len reckoned she had flat droopy tits, but not bad legs. She had taken on an unofficial dresser role to Eileen and was suggesting that the tall, stringy boss. Before leaving for his Clifton, Ohio hotel SuperBowl party he had my hotwife blow him until he emptied his nutsack into her belly.I would love to tell you every single naughty detail but obviously I wasn't invited. My hotwife told me that when she arrived at the hotel room there were black men from 16 to 60 watching multiple televisions. The 50" flatscreens were showing the SuperBowl pregrame but the jacuzzi and bedroom televisions had on interracial hardcore porn. My hotwife took off her silk.