“Oh ... damn ... oh, God! ... Stop ikke med at slikke min anus!” my wife screamed in both English and Danish now, thanks to her sheer orgasmic ecs...asy at my hands, lips, and tongue.I didn’t need a translator to know what she meant: don’t you dare stop rimming me like this! My Danish bride was in pure bliss and she made it abundantly clear for the camera, too. When Eddie knelt underneath us and got to work eating his own creampie mixed with mine inside her drenched pussy, her knees buckled from. It seemed like an out ofbody experience, as the image of the t-girl on the TV screen mergedwith my own consciousness into a blur of wet, slobbering fellatio."Damn she's better than you promised," a man's voice uttered,shattering my trance.But before I could react, Skye's hands clamped down on the back of myhead, forcing the remaining two inches of hard rubber cock into mythroat. Tears poured from my eyes as I gasped for my last breath.Large, strong hands took station at my hips as my empty hole. ”“Has Diane ever gone?” I asked, nervously.“Not yet, though she keeps begging to be taken. But Lucy and I have promised her that once you are totally corrupted by us all this week as a bi-sexual, we will take the pair of you – the next party is in six weeks’ time, so not long to wait!”“Now then, darling girl,” Katy continued, “I know that you are nervous and excited about what is to happen this week, but relax. Darling Diane has adored you for over 10 years, and all she has dreamt about for the. I startled her, but she quickly tried to put on a brave face. I talked to her to try to calm her down; but then she told me that when she realized what was happening, she called and talked to her sitter when the line went dead. I took Amber to the conference room to check on Stephanie, who was crying because she couldn’t get through to anyone. It was two hours after the initial strike, and I was sitting in a board room with two grieving, panic-stricken young women. Every time that I tried to.