One thing led to another and soon I was not only leaving my btra at home, but also my knickers, he loved me going out knickerless, and so did I, it ma...de me very wet. When we got home after a night out he would take polaroids of me spreading my legs, I loved looking at the photos and seeing how wet I was. I don't get the opportunity of seeing my cunt from front on and the photos fascinated me, here are a few that we took.Then it was blow jobs, I loved having his cock in my mouth and he took. It wasn't like Lindsay had done anything to deserve being labeled as a problem, even just in my mind. She was as good a sister as I could have asked for and I wouldn't have traded her for anything. I just wished I could fix whatever was wrong with me.Sighing heavily, and knowing I was better off staying put, I swung my feet off the side of my bed and stood up. I had taken to sleeping naked while I was away, but in acknowledgement of my return home I settled for stripping down to my underwear.. After abusing her boobs, he ordered her ?Now I want you to bend your ass over by this snooker table? ?Yes master?As Joan walked, her boobs were juggling. The snooker table was below the level of her waist and as her master commanded it, she bent her upper body over it, exposing her nice ass for all three young men. William then said to Jonathan and Michael ?I want both you guys to hold her down?Jonathan and Michael smiled. Each of them went by Joan’s bent over body and. I used to be Ben Taylor, high school loser with no direction in life. But then somewhere along the way, I got myself a girlfriend, I got myself a gig writing for a magazine, and then almost without realising it, I got married and had a couple of kids. Then the magazine I worked at went under and now I find myself moving to some town in the boonies writing for a local paper. It honestly feels as if I blinked, and everything changed.Married life wasn't bad per say. In fact it was pretty good all.