" My voice is quiet but firm as I start to thrust inside you slowly at first, then faster, then slower, then faster again. My hands are all over your ...body relishing every inch, every crevice, every muscle, your breasts your stomach your thighs - then I cry out and as I do I come inside you, I come and I come and then I feel you erupt and tighten hard around me keeping me inside you until we both slump forward gasping for oxygen. "The sexting was lovely - this is amazing," I say. In the shower. "You are going to tell me what happened. I promise it won't go any further and I won't even tell Ken."Eventually the story came out and I showed her the pictures including the ones of his sore arse. "You love him don't you?" she observed when I finished and we sat with a glass of wine. Although I hadn't put it that way, in my mind I knew she was right. "Give him a little while and if you get no response and you still feel the same way about him, scheme a way of talking to him again and see. "FUCK ME, FUCK ME, FUCK ME! GIVE IT TO ME, RODNEY! I NEED IT! GIVE IT TO ME!" Alex and Jamal climbed on to the bed and positioned themselves on either side of my mouth. I grabbed each cock in a hand I started to suck them off, regularly rotating from left to right, to ensure both of them got some. Ken climbed on to the bed he started to bite and kiss my tiny nipples. This set me off even more as the sensation of getting my nipples nibbled on provided me with sweet, sultry pleasure. The boys. I'll give you anything. Please don't kill me. Please. Please don't kill my family," he pleaded. He felt a hand grab his face firmly, then pull away, and then another firm slap. He was sobbing. Scared out of his mind he sat there in his underwear on a kitchen chair that he was tied to. "This is not how I'm supposed to check out and meet my maker," he screamed. Silence, and another firm slap. He felt the cold flat side of the knife rub against the inside of his thigh. He then felt his.