I had to make a choice: open up and let them in, or close shop and return to be the property of another. Conflicting emotions flooded my oversensitive... body. Desire screamed for release, cried for pleasure, while my rational mind warned me of the consequences of infidelity, of Jack’s bursts of anger.I was still in turmoil when I saw Jack sitting in a far corner with a blonde bimbo sucking on his face as if he needed CPR. His fucking hand was on her tits. A moment ago I was ready to listen to. I moaned for him to penetrate me. Then i felt the full width of his cock start to enter me as i let out a squeel as i could feel my soaking wet pussy stretch around this black cock, but then suddenly he pulled my hair tight as he rammed every inch deep in me and i scream loud with such pleasure. "you like that dick don't you bitch" he said as i could fill his cock in my stomach and his balls slap my clit! "yes...god yes" i couldn't control myself as i screamed and screamed! i knew people could. How could you?"Paul tried to explain, "He was going to send a copy to our families. He was going to post them on the Internet. You heard what he said. Let's see what the other one has on it, before you condemn me too much."The other began in the living room with Holly being seduced and eaten by Jim. From the look on her face, you could tell she was enjoying every second of it. It cut to the bedroom, with her and Jim lying side by side. Again, every detail was on film. Jim fucking her, her. Schilling.”Madeline thought, ‘Byron Prendergast had been easy; all he wanted to do was flirt. Mr. Schilling was a problem. It wasn’t her work; no, he was something different. Mr. Schilling was a fraternity brother of her father’s, and it was through her dad that she landed the job. Mr. Schilling was a sober religious man, an Episcopalian, and a regular church goer. He loved God and he liked her. It was a good thing the partners weren’t close friends; each had his own social life and agenda. The.