“Please don’t.” Kevin only smiled and a wild look flashed in his eyes. “What do you expect Jenny?” He asked. “You tell me flat out tha... you don’t want to fuck me, but you come into my van and fuck my friends. And the entire time, I watched you never once invited me to join in your little fun. I only had myself up in the front seat. Jenny, a good little girl would have been nice enough to invite me to join. But a bad dirty slut like you....” Kevin was inches away from Jenny’s face. “A. “I do,” said Brandy, “he lives next door to me.”“Wow, that’s neat, mind if I ride along with you, or were you going somewhere else first?”“Sure, we were going straight to my place.” Brandy told me. “You can ride along, we would like that,” she told me blushing.We all started out riding two by two down the street, I was riding beside Brandy as she made sure of that.We all chatted as we rode, Brandy looking me as I talked to them. I could see her looking down at my legs and up to my crotch as we. At one point he was actually crying while desperately begging for permission to cum.There was plenty of pre-cum, some of which I shared with Terry during our tongue wrestling but he was good about telling me when he got close.Only once I had to squeeze his cock and balls really hard to keep him from cumming. My fault, he had warned me but I thought I could push just a bit further. I know it's not fair making him suffer for my deeds but who said life was supposed to be fair.Eventually I. To let them torment her with riding crop, flogger, clamps, and whatever else they found laying around.But now, it seemed that Lady Luck was in charge of who was to fuck, use and abuse my wife tonight. Looking down at my current winnings, I laughed. Perhaps that is exactly as it should be then. Perhaps she was giving me the best hands I had ever had, in exchange for her to pick the next sad-sack to dump his cum deep into my slut's fertile cunt.Very well, who was I to argue with that?This went on.