I say goodbye to my friends and hop in the nearest cab back to my place. The cabbie is gives me looks in the rear-view mirror. He makes me uncomfortab...le; his tip just got cut in half. I hurry out of the cab and make sure to walk to my neighbour's house until the cab is out of sight; last thing I need is some horny cab driver knowing where I live...I stumble down the stairs to the basement door. It never locks anyway, so I push it open. I stand awkward for a moment in the little shed under the. This way we were close to the entrance, and could check who was coming. When my eyes adjusted to the darkness I searched the room. I counted around twenty heads; all of them seemed to be males. "Well, honey, you were right; here you will find a nice willing cock for you wet pussy”I said quietly on my wife`s ear and she smiled.“Better for me, babe… I am the only woman here, I think…"Sofia I think that you already lost. No woman is here except from you."No men had noticed yet our presence and so. She did not care about the pain in her breast from the weights, she only wanted to try and do something to avoid what she knew was coming. She could hear their laughter at her pathetic attempts to free herself.Jack could feel how tight her cunt was as he tried to open it with his fingers. Her struggling only made it easier for him to saw in and out of her dry hold. He finally decided that she was not going to help him any. Joe was already stripped standing at her head, grinning with his 9. Jean was off exploring her sexuality with other people. I didn’t realise it then, but she was really becoming a bit of a slut.One evening in the pub, John asked if I would like to meet some of his friends? I asked “what kind of friends”? He told me he was a member of a group of older people who just like some fun.“Even at our age and older we still need and like sex” he said. I said ok thinking it might be a bit of a laugh.We organised an evening when Jean would be out and went back to his.