Pat has always had this fantasy about being completely dominated (by a guy other than me) and made to do all kinds of sordid things. I mean, sometimes...she'll be too embarrassed to admit it, but in our wildest throes of passion she often tells me how she longs to be treated like a true slut. I finally decided to make the fantasy come true.My buddy John has been one of Pat's semi-regular lovers for the last ten years or so. She hadn't been with him in a while (and she was craving it) and he was. The man stopped finger fucking me and whatever else he was doing, but I still kept on jerking about.I eventually stopped and just lay there. After a few little 'after-shock's I looked around, the man had gone, but the audience had not. A couple of men were looking at me; both had big grins on their faces. I'm sure that if I'd had the energy I would have cum again.After about 5 minutes the same man came over to me and asked me if I was okay. He then told me that I'd had a full body orgasm."Wow,. His eyes nearly popped out of his head when he got one good look at Susan Bunkers. Her long tanned loins, her full pendular chest, her luscious brown skin and her clear blue eyes and blonde hair -- it was an Epicurean delight just to look at her. "Your pizza, Mam," stammered the youth."Yes," said Sue Bunkers. "Come right in."Yes, Mam," said the boy, unable to keep his eyes off Susan's luscious tanned legs. He thought he saw a hint of snatch, just the slightest glimpse of beaver between her. She promised to be at the office on Monday next and that she would be in fit condition for any discipline if it were warranted.She filled the ever needy Polly in on all the sordid details and instructed her to relieve the pressure building up in her female parts with her wet and active tongue. Her husband came home late but joined in with both she and Polly behind the locked door of the master bedroom suite. They used poor Polly shamelessly but never received a single complaint from the totally.