She checked her cell phone. True to his word, the bastard had sent a photo of her husband. He wasn't bound or gagged, and did not appear to be in any ...physical discomfort. Two masked men with guns flanked him on both sides though, in what appeared to be a fairly large, well-lit room. Whoever this guy was, he meant business. But what did he want from her? He didn't ask for any money - Just her presence and her son's presence in specified attire at a certain place at a certain time. Maybe they. She just never thought about it that way. She honestly believed it would be good for their marriage."Thank God Harry's not that big an ass-hole," said Barbara, "but what if he went around the neighborhood telling people Jim wasn't man enough to take care of you in bed so you asked him to convince Jim to take you to a swingers party; then told everyone Jim refused because he was so threatened by other men?"Cathy was aghast at the very thought.Barbara could see in her face that she had never even. ” I was now left with one black cock and it was larger than all the others. But this guy had been sensitive to me. He gently pushed his cock into ass and fucked me slowly. It seemed he wanted me to enjoy this fucking. He then picked me up and fucked me with my body clinging to his. I moaned with enjoyment. I was in love with this cock filling my ass. He even started jerking me off as he fucked my hole. As his cock got ready to cum and his moans came more rapidly, he threw me on the couch and. Salty, and while I like the sensation of my mouth, it's not the flavor I seek. That I need. Moaning, I bring my fingers to my mouth. Sucking them wantonly with the passing thought of what a dirty bitch I can be when I'm horny like this. Keeping them in my mouth, I roll over onto my tummy. I start to reach for one of the throw pillows on the couch to hump but realize I need something more animate, or at least thinner and longer, that I can guide and manipulate to get at those itches deep inside.