Since the UCLA girls were as wild as us, the sorority was vulnerable. If it actually came to charges the girls might be evicted from their house, and ...he guys would then get the property. After we’d talked over a number of ideas I came up with a proposal to “fight fire with fire”; get the boys into a compromising situation and then blackmail them into with- drawing their charge. Some time ago our house had bought a closed circuit TV system for security, but it had soon been. ... oh fuck...yes... YES ... " . I hear my wife whisper to her put these in your mouth and shut up . I peek over the top of the booth wall the woman has her dress pulled up and a bright red crop of hair is between her legs with arms under the girls t-shirt massaging her breasts. The moaning is quieter now but continues encouraging my wife with her whimpers. I put her burger back in the paper bag and put it to one side i guess she will eat it later. After a few more minutes the groans get louder. It might not be another lovely gang-bang, but I should get plenty of fucking. Especially up my arse, I thought: that deep tickle was showing no sign of leaving me in peace and I knew only one way of scratching it. Of course relieving it would, soon enough, only make it tickle me again even more maddeningly – but that was the wonderful thing about sex: the more you had, the more you wanted … Still, forty-five fucks was a pretty good personal best for the moment. I looked out of the window. I was. I could feel and hear from her movements and frustrated sounds that she was so hot.Then I told her to walk to the bar and get me another beer, and pointed out to her that no matter what the men would do, she had to let them.She raised and didn't even try to pull down her dress which was around her hips.At that point I knew I had found a real slave girl who wanted to be humiliated in front of strangers.She walked to the bar and stepped between two ugly fat men. She leaned forward between them.