She figured this was the body God gave her, and she may as well use it to give the boys a good time. Sometimes in bed at night she would tell me that,... say, Larry saw her nipples and she saw him pulling on his dick through his pants. She liked getting them turned on, and I was okay with it. I thought she could teach them how to be good lovers, so they would make good husbands. In fact, I would not have had a problem with her teaching the boys sex, if it came around to that.I was in the security. She felt that she was unworthy of being married to a man like Bob. She was angry at the circumstances that led to this situation and could do nothing about it. In her mind, she ran through the options life could offer to her and they confused her about which one to take. She reflected on the entire time she had spent in the desert; Fran was drowning in remorse. The missile attack had taken something away from her, and she couldn’t see how she was getting it back.After Franny returned, she. "You been seeing some other girl, Mr. Rock Star? You know I don't like that. You are supposed to save all that beautiful cum for me. Have you cheated on me? Give me that hand." She stretched the hand to the corner of the poster bed where a woman in a black leather teddy handed her the velvet-covered shackles. Callie locked it around his wrist. "Now, the other one."The man obliged without comment as another black clad woman handed Callie another restraint. Soon he was spread on the bed without. "Fuck," I moaned into Deanna's tit. I felt Belldonn start to pull away and I said, "No, don't stop Belldonn; I want you to fuck my ass please." Deanna looked up at me half stunned; she knew I'd only given my ass to my husband. "Are you sure slut?" Belldonn asked as he pulled out of Deanna and stood behind me, spreading my ass cheeks with his hands and leaning forward rubbing his cock head up against my tightest hole. "Yes, please," I asked. Following with “My husband would love to watch his.