It's hard not to get aroused when she sometimes kisses my cheek, and blows in my ear, as she whispers something to me. After a while it became common ...for us to dance with one another’s wives almost exclusively when we're in the biker bars. By mid-summer our intimacy had increased to the point that we were openly kissing, tightly hugging, and rubbing the asses of each other’s wives, mainly when everyone had been drinking.David’s wife is a good kisser and I'm attracted to her, but it's even more. As the cock worked its way into her opening, she became aware that it was much larger than her husband’s cock. In fact, she had NEVER felt a cock quite this large. Thank God she was wet, because it was forcing her wider and wider, and the restriction of the panty hose was keeping her from opening herself any wider.“Wait” she cried, “let me lower these” and she reached down and began pushing at the panty hose, finally getting them below her knees, She still couldn’t get them off…he wasn’t. I do. Please fuck them, sir!?More struggling, and the gasps of effort from Fleming.?I love getting my tits fucked by you, sir. Your cock is so good.? Simmonds could smell the fear in her voice. It was thrilling.More slapping. Another punch. Another deep, pained moan.?Yes?yes you can?but please not too hard. Please don’t hurt me. Oh god. Sir?.sir?.No. Jesus. OH GOD. Aaargh. Oh god. Oh god. Please stop!!? A continuous, long wail. ?Please stop. I’ll do anything. Please. You’ll bite them off!. Anyway, I’ll bet their numbers have grown, and I’ll bet they use this mansion, and maybe other ones, to continue their Satanic bullshit. All those times that I’ve been terrorized at York, being masturbated to orgasm, right in my classrooms, or forced to get naked and fuck in front of my classmates? It must have been the masked men. I’d always thought that it had been the incubi who used to torment me in my dreams, maybe it’s both the living and the dead masked men. Who knows for sure. I don’t.