Greg smiled for he knew that Barry was no virgin and had laid almost more women than he had and had pretty well the same opinion, women were there to ...be fucked and suck cock. He knew that these 'house parties' were no social gatherings, everyone that went, including the women knew the score. "Naturally the advert is not going to call a spade a spade", Greg replied. "Remember this is the age of 'political correctness' One doesn't call an item for what it is, one doesn't want to be offending. When the nightclub closed at 5 am, I asked the women if they would like to come to my place. I expected them to say ‘no’ but was surprised when they both acted like they wanted to and agreed.After we got to my place, we had another drink and I kissed them both again. I suggested a game, daring them to dance naked in front of me. They stripped down to their g-strings and I slowly peeled those off both of them. Then I had two naked, sexy women in my arms, squeezing their bums and making out.I. I also grabbed the video camera to record my hard anal popping. As I pressed record on, I covered the head of this massive black monster thing with lube, letting let it run down all round, making sure it was properly smeared and lubricated. I sat down onto the couch and held the dildo firmly by the base; I lifted my legs into the air while placing the thick cockhead against my very tight rear hole. My heart was pounding in excitement... My hands were shaking in anticipation. I had not even put. Really, that was just in her imagination. She didn't want to injure herself. She didn't want to abuse her clit so much that it hurt for hours (or days as she had once done) and would stop her from masturbating two or three times before she slept. But imagining a man holding her captive and taking his fill of her, slaking his thirst in whatever ways he wanted, tying her up, and threatening and hurting her—especially threatening and hurting her. Fear was a favorite fantasy.The bus ride dragged on.