She would call Ray up ask him out one night while I was out of town. "I want to fuck him and tell you all about it" she said. I agreed and encouraged ...er to drop him hints over the next few days to see if he would be interested in fulfilling her craving for a huge, thick cock, but little did she know this was all my fantasy. My craving to cum without stroking my cock fueled this fantasy.So, about a month went by, and I purposely didn't make love to her a few nights. I did tell her how bad I. Every one dressed up and were ready to go home. Everyone greeted me goodbye with a big kiss. They promised to fuck me again. After they went, Pooja aunty and my mom thanked me. My mom removed my clothes and took me to my room. I was laid on the bed and my hands were tied to the sides of the bed. She jumped on me and started having sex. Pooja aunty too joined in. I was made to lick their asses, vaginas and armpits. My mom even made me lick her hairy vagina. Pooja aunty made me drink her urine.I. It also makes everything damned inconvenient.I am a digital fortress, and even so, I am afraid of being spied upon. It really irritated me that in my first day at EFC, I’d found two devices set to spy on me as I worked. And I figured there would be more.I hadn’t opened email after logging on. I’d simply stared at the computer screen watching the security camera outside my office continue its 360 degree pan every four minutes. Who monitored that camera? As I left for the day, I wandered. "You know this crazy crowd at John's party and I suspect there will be some hungry ladies there. And I'll need to get a kiss from SOMEONE once that ball drops, Honey". "Go for it", she said. "And how far might I let things go? What limit would you be comfortable with?", I responded. "Whatever you'd like. It's OK." (What an awesome wife I have!)The party lived up to expectations: one room full of food, another cleared to make a rocking dance floor with funky lights, a large bar in the.