. I like to be tied up ... in bed I mean; not all the time but sometimes I like to be tied up and dominated, helpless and unable to stop my lover from... ravaging my body anyway he desires," she said abruptly, then stopped to see what my reaction was going to be.It stunned me, of all things, all that build up; she was so scared, just like my fucking ex-wife ... only Tracy actually had the guts to tell me. I knew it was the wrong thing to do; she didn't know the details of what happened with Jean. I felt my legs go weak as he began to stroke it. In one move, I pulled my t-shirt over my head and stepped two paces closer. He grinned, licked his lips and stared at my tits. I looked down. My nipples were bigger than I'd ever seen them. Another two paces. Bill, still staring, turned the lever to wash the soap off. As the bubbles ran down his legs I imagined it was his cum running down mine, leaking from my cunt.But would he do it? Would he fuck me? My mind went back to the first day, when I'd. He grabbed a half empty bottle of Hennessy. He step outside and pressed the button to raise the garage door. He got into his ruby red 2014 Ford F-150 SVT Raptor and backed out of the driveway. He was horny and hated how frigid his wife had become. It was her fault he fucked around on her. He never used to cheat.Inside the house, the second grade teacher began to cry. She knew her husband was off to meet some bitch. She couldn’t help that she wasn’t a sexual being any more. They had been married. “Alright now. It’s Train Tuesday, as some of you may recall. This wasn’t an idle threat. Today, we’ll be having group sex ... trains ... orgies. Clusterfucks, and lots of them. I don’t want there to be any holes and pricks that aren’t sore by the end of today. They had better all be sore from frequent use. To get you into the right frame of mind, we’re going to start by pulling a proper train. An anal one, to be precise. Someone has to be the locomotive, of course.“I volunteer Patty for this.