I was in my sophomore year. I must confess, that I was insatiable my entire freshmen year. I fucked anyone and everything. I thought I had finished wi...th that stage. I had," Terry paused to bestow a loving smile upon her husband, then resumed, with, "until I met Paul. We'd met a few days earlier. He had given me this wonderful massage..."He certainly knew how to get you warmed up, didn't he?" Barbara said, lewdly."It wasn't like that at all," Terry said, and blushed. "Well, in retrospect, maybe. She had asked me to fuck her while she was still in bondage, but the truth is that she was fucking me. I stood there and let her ride me as I went with her to a very strong orgasm.When we finally finished, I stepped out of the cage and shut off the pulses. I let Shelly hang there, totally limp, for another five minutes or so before I re-entered the cage and began releasing her from the bondage. The last thing I did was to remove the hood and gag."The hell with meeting the public," she said. That was a problem for us. You know Sam, just as honest as the day is long. Sam would never break our marriage vows, but I was letting myself go and I could see 'the old wandering eye'. Sam never gave me any good reason, but I became insanely jealous. Mostly from guilt, I'm sure." No, even when I was ranting and raving, Sam just kept being honest and honorable. But wistful, and sad, too. I was tearing us apart." We talked, of course, really talked. I don't mean to be judgmental, . Was he actually attracted to her? He pondered it until an experiment—to see if it were true—occurred to him, and he began to plan for that night.Kayla started when there was a knock at her door. She’d been on that hazy edge between sleep and consciousness. No she was jerked back into one. ‘Come in,’ she called groggily, rubbing at her eyes and sitting up. She was wearing another old camp t-shirt and her modest green panties. Reaching for her glasses on the nightstand, she put them on.When she.