I'llbuy. I've got some news you'll be interested in hearing." You're on, man."And with that, I hung up, picked up the device and changed my friend'sl...ife forever.**************************************"You're full of shit," he said.I gave him a hurt look. "It's only because we've been friends foreverthat I'm telling you. You're someone I trust, and frankly I wouldn'twant to see this fall into the wrong hands. But they're biased againstthe short, balding types like me." I'd already changed my. Tomorrow! TOMORROW!What can be more deafening that the sound of the door slamming behindHer as She leaves you, a piece of fuckable furniture, spit-roasted ontwo cocks inserted so deep that you could swear you can feel their headstouching inside you...What can be more heart stopping, than realizing that the only person whocould say "stop" had just left, leaving you completely defenseless,immobile, impaled on two huge cocks, in a dark basement of a fetish clubfull of horny perverts, rigidly bound. Gawddd that hurt! His cock seemed to feel twice it's normal size, like it was ripping me apart. Thankfully, at least, I could finish spitting out the blood and catch my breath. Ken was pounding my ass so hard that my poor cock felt like it was going to get the skin rubbed from it against the couch fabric. It seemed the more I moaned, the harder the next thrust would be. Ken was using my pain as a way to lessen his own pain.I heard a familiar tempo to his breathing and knew Ken was going to blow. When the bar closed, my husband Jeff suggested that we all go up to our room for a nightcap. Our new friends agreed without hesitation.When we got to the room, Jeff busied himself with fixing the drinks while Milt and Stan sat on the bed. Both of them commented on the shapeliness of my legs. I thanked them for the compliment and sort of paraded in front of them. They said I would make a good model, and Jeff agreed, saying that I should start modeling right there and then. We took a vote, which.