"Which tits do you prefer?" he asked again, "Go on, grab a handful and see if we agree."I shook my head in disbelief and stood in front of my wife and... ran my hands over her familiar breasts, "I've no idea what he's on," I tried to say as quietly as possible to her, but she stood there like a bit of a zombie."Just do what he says," she replied.Then I looked Leanne in the eye and gave her my best sorry look as I moved to give her breasts a cursory feel. Or that was my intention. Once I laid my. I can hear laughter as my mind screams, but my restrained body trembles in a humiliating gesture of acquiescence. "Look at her go," the big guy says, smiling right at me. "I told you she was a fuckin whore." I moan in frustration as I struggle to fuck back at the maddening fingers, while my girlfriends tear open my blouse and buttons fly. They rip off my bra, tossing it into the cheering crowd. "Look at these whore tits," Melissa says through gritted teeth, pinching my nipples and pulling them. Then, finally, Saturday had arrived.I usually watched a little television on Saturdays before getting my chores started, but not today. I was determined to get started and finished early. I was already tired of not having more than an hour, at best, to spend with Sandy. Not wanting to wake Mom too early, I opted for the quieter projects first.I headed for the basement and got the laundry started. With that going, I came back up and emptied the dishwasher, and scrubbed the previous night's pots. Soon after, Jeannie was led in by two men in white uniform. Jack explained that she had extreme anxiety, not only about having sex with a stranger, but a stranger with a giant penis. She had been sedated prior to her session, and was now being helped into the room just in case she were to lose her balance. Jeannie was about 5'-2" and very tan, with smallish b-cup breasts but a wonderfully full ass and shapely legs. She was led into the room naked, and as she walked, her tanned ass jiggled.