"Do I look anything like that bitch that hurt you?" she askedShe stood up, and it was all I could do to hold in my laughter. She looked ridiculous. Sh...e had rolled her pants legs up so they looked like really short shorts. She'd also tied her shirt up so it looked like some weird cropped top that stopped just beneath her breasts. She'd also stuffed the shirt to make her breasts appear larger. She bounced towards me with her arms extended and hugged me desperately.Two orderlies came into the room. Just calm, matter of fact, with a hint of disappointment. In other words he was playing me like a drunken fiddle. "Oh, well," he sighed.Well, I couldn't let that go. “Okay, but you can never tell anyone.” He nodded, so I undid my bra and let my heavy firm breasts free. The skin was tanned bronze with no tan lines. My areolas were about an one inch in diameter and my even darker brown nipples one third of an inch long. Outstanding breasts if I do say so myself.“Arms up,” he ordered.I raised my. Before anyone else, of course. But my spent cock was instantly re-energized when Alan said something about anal sex. Devon hastily agreed, noting that she could still suck him at the same time. It was more or less their doing. They both withdrew from her. Alan started greasing up her butt and his thick cock with some ointment they had. Avoiding direct eye contact, my wife and I were both silent, submissively complying.Man - was that ever something. I'll never forget it as long as I live. I shot. He sped up to the truckers, all the while fingerfucking me. They could see everything. We passed eight trucks, all of them slowing down as we approached.Harold finally got off at an exit. There seemed to be nothing around. He turned right and drove for miles. I didn't know what to think. He was no longer even touching me.Finally we came to what looked like a warehouse. Harold opened my door, took me by the arm and led me inside. I had never seen anything like it. There were vibrators and.