I got down behind her and was happy that theheight was perfect for a straight shot to her pussy.The Viagra was taking its full effect and I was rockha...d. I moved my cock closer to that lovely pussy andinserted a finger. Aimee was wet that was for sure. Herpussy juice was almost dripping.I moved my finger in slowly and she was incrediblytight. A 20 year old pussy that had not been stretchedand had not been fucked in months. “Help me get it in,”I said. Her hand moved back and pointed. Almost without thinking, I began to stroke my own cock.In the room below the passion mounted. The women pounded the table with their fists, tossed their heads from side to side, wriggled and squirmed. The men gripped the squirming hips and drove their cocks deep into the willing cunts. I fancied I could almost hear the smack of flesh as muscular thighs and bellies slapped against elastic female flesh. I fisted my cock in time with the scene below.Suddenly a man's voice was raised. Mary dropped. The most simply explanations are usually the right ones.Ken maintains that everything I did, I did because I wanted to, not because he forced me or told me to do it. I never felt coerced or under any pressure to do anything. I think I really enjoyed being told what to do. I always felt, in a strange way, that I could not be held accountable for any of the things I did and the full accountability lay with Ken. Ken was the instigator and thereby assumed full accountability.It's a bit like the way. I guess my number was finally up. I attempted to protest, but there were three large guys inside, and I knew that I was never going to see my sister again. The sexy guy pulled out a white cloth, something straight out of a horror movie, and when I woke up I was at The Chamber. I was bound and a heavy hood covered my head. I wanted to do nothing but fight. Fight for my life. Fight for my freedom. Until the hood was removed. Another emotion took over—fear. Six other girls, in the same position as.