As we played pool, I told the guys my story. It was pretty good to have a little mystery to work on for a change. The fellows had a few good ideas. Do... was a dispatcher for the state police."Give me the plate number and I'll see who the car belongs to, Mitch," he offered. "Any guy pussy-whipped enough to turn down a young, hot blonde needs all the help he can get."That set the tone for the rest of the evening. I was the butt of all sorts of jokes about my fear of Susan and what she would do to. I told her it was my fantasy to see her have sex with a stranger. I told her that I had filled for the divorce because she would not experiment with sex. Now I sprung it on her and told her I would drop the divorce case if she would agree to be my sex slave. She told me she would do anything I wanted. I told her that it meant that she would fuck anyone I told her to and I wanted to watch her used by strangers and I would let them do anything they wanted with her. She said that she would do. I laid on my back while Wanda road my cock. Debbie covered my mouth with her wet pussy facing her mother. I hadn't eaten out many girls, but I was licking and sucking trying to give Debbie as much pleasure I could.My face was soaked even before Debbie and Wanda switched places. Fluids rolled over my cheeks and down my neck as Wanda grinded her cunt on my face. I felt like I had a permanent hard-on, and Debbie's pussy seemed to be sucking on my cock as she rocked and rolled her hips on top of. But, you're right," and she stepped toward me, put her arms around me, lifted her head and gave me a long, kiss that became more passionate as it went on.As I held her, my hands roving all around, taking in the expanse of her smooth, bare skin, my hunger for her grew even faster than my cock. I wanted Nicole. I wanted her sexually, I wanted her emotionally, I wanted her for my own, period.I pulled back, sat on the bed and began sucking her beautiful breasts as one hand reached under her as she.