I had never even masturbated. I felt certain tinglings sometimes, but did not know how to deal with them. I’d had a friend since childhood who invit...ed me to his house one day. We met at his house or mine almost every day – especially during the summer vacation from school. I got to his house at about 1:30 p.m. one summer day and he was alone – everyone else was at work. We went to his room to talk and listen to music, just like always. We had talked about girls before, but this time he asked if. The rhythmic pulsing against my cock was exquisite, and I thrusted hard against her abdominal muscles to deposit my seed as deeply as I could. The moment seemed to last forever, and transformed into a time where there was nothing in the universe except for my beautiful, perfect Abby and my overwhelming desire to inseminate her.I slowly came back to my senses. My arms were wrapped around a sweaty Abby who was lying on top of me, still sheathing my manhood. She was slowly arching her hips up and. I let the thong drop to the floor and stepped out of them. As hubby continued shooting I stood and parted my legs slightly. I had a neatly trimmed bush in those days and I clearly recall being desperate to make sure hubby and his camera could see my pussy lips.It wasn't long after that hubby could hold back no more and before I knew it, I was on my back and his face was buried in my pussy. The orgasms were multiple and huge that night and I guess we both realised how turned on we'd been.In the. Be ready!"As I retired for the evening, all the things that had happened to meduring the past several days, kept running through my head. Theincredible part of the whole situation was the fact that even morehumiliation and servitude was yet to come! Exhausted, I drifted off tosleep.The next day I spent working, manning our exhibit at the trade show.Linda arrived in the booth, just after lunch, and started talking to me."Oh Charles," she exclaimed, "You should have been with us last night! Weall.