His wife was now fondling my breasts and pinching my nipples. Both large black men were standing on either side of me with their huge hard cocks in t...heir hands as they watched the lust in my eyes as my orgasm was building.Yes, they knew I wanted their cocks again, over and over, all night long. I longed to feel the sperm pumped into me from all three, flooding my womb. My sexual desire was soon met when my friends husband positioned his cock head between my vaginal lips and began to enter. “Got a plan, baby,” she said. “Let’s just eat, then we’ll decide what’s next, okay?” “Okay by me. I’m tired. It’s not easy to sit in a plane for several hours and basically do nothing. It’s like sitting at a desk all day.” She’d debated with herself whether to actually keep the secret of last weekend, or just go ahead and spill the beans. Spill, she thought, ‘cause we’re probably going to be with that woman again. And he IS my husband. She’s hot, and my-god-kinky. Whether her stories are. Jamilah led the way back to my cell, where Adara was chained to the wall, lying on my pallet. She giggled at me when I raised my eyebrows in surprise."Someone had to be in here in case the jihadists searched the house. It is well known that Hassan punishes us this way," she said.That made sense because the room did have an occupied look to it. Once again, I was impressed with how sharp these women were and how well they worked together. And, once again, I was reminded what a complete asshole. It is utterly perfect.On Friday, I am visibly anxious to get my weekend started. I want to fuck my girls for every minute of it. When Ashley and I leave for the day, we both drive to our home where Emily is waiting. We walk in and find her cooking in the kitchen. She is beautiful as ever, wearing her favorite barely-there jean shorts and a tank top, her long blonde hair in waves down her back.“Hi,” she smiles, kissing us both. “How was work?” she asks us, like always. She would make THE best.