“I need to be fucked, Frank,” she moaned. “Please, please, fuck me. I love you so much.”She fluttered her eyes at me in a most un-Veronica man...ner. I loved the bimbo version so much better. I groaned, “My dick's occupied.”“He's fucking my pussy and giving me yummy, gumdrop goodies! The ultra-best!” Margarete moaned, her pussy clenching on my dick.Veronica pouted, her big tits bouncing. “But I'm so juicy and wet, Frank. I know you love fucking me. You say it all the time. 'You fucked me over, now. A little quiet was a rare thing now. No need to hurry after the finishing touches.Janice was lost in thought. Her breaths came hard and awkwardly as she tightened her fist in Roxxi’s hair. The little slut had gotten really good at eating pussy.Janice had always loved sex. Even before she had discovered sex gave her extra access to hallucinogens and party drugs. She was just glad she hadn’t learned to like cocaine like her lost college friends had. She looked at the electric blue hair threaded. If it makes you feel any better, you can talk to me. I’m also not getting sleep so might as well help you out by listening.She didn’t find comfort in the beginning but after few minutes of reassurances she agreed and we started talking. She told me that she dumped him in the morning after she found out about his affair with another girl. He cheated on her because Sharmila wasn’t ready for a physical relationship. She went on for another hour or two telling me all of their previous engagements.. “And I’m Officer Robert Turner,” offered the tall, muscular blonde taking the doctor’s hand next.“Sorry to call you out so late, but hospital protocol dictates that we call the Police when we suspect a woman is the victim of sexual assault, and in this woman’s case also forcible confinement.”“We’ll investigate and let you know. What can you tell us Doc?” She inquired.“Her name is Karen Hayward. Her husband and girlfriend, she calls the other woman, their wife, brought the victim here instead of.