Just bepolite to them and don't give them a hard time, or you'll be sitting ona bed pan in your bed, and that is no fun, I guarantee." She smiled andl...oked at Jake. "What are you grinning about? You want to carry him tothe throne six to ten times a day?"Jake didn't say a word. Someone from "transport" showed up and whiskedme away on the gurney before I had a chance to say anything more toJake. All he said to me was that he'd check on me in the morning. Now,why'd he want to do that? I hadn't. This event left the other males in stunned silence, fearing the samemight happen to them if even the slightest objection were made. We werethen led back in our "boyfriend" pairs to our rooms to try to absorb allthat had just happened that morning.It wasn't until several days later that Andrea was released from herconfines and allowed to rejoin the group. It was not difficult to seethat something was very different about her. She was walking slowly,with head down. When she approached close. A fact, that in and of itself could not only cost her her marriage, but also land her in jail for a long time. This woman that she didn’t know hardly at all…this fat ass bitch that could very easily just blackmail the shit out of her if it struck her to do so. She remembered her dream…the bed…Megan fucking Steven. It had gotten her off. And admittedly, sitting here in the half-lit patio, seeing the woman’s gargantuan titties fully naked for the first time, she couldn’t complain that she. She wanted him to tweak her nipples hard, but he simply stroked underneath her breast and gave a gentle squeeze, stroking her nipple with the palm of his hand.Anne felt like she wanted to burst. The build-up was paying off and she lifted herself slightly to tense her pussy again. As she did so a finger pressed her pussy lips apart and she heard a familiar "Mmmmmm" from behind her. She had almost forgotten about Gareth, but he'd obviously been enjoying the show too, watching from behind her. His.