We catch up, who’s doing what, who’s fucking who, who’s been broken up with, all the juicy girl stuff girls talk about. My friends don’t know ...what I do for a living. They do know I work from home, and assume I do some form of computer work. I tell them it’s a boring job, and nothing to much talk about. It seems to satisfy them enough not to press on about it, which makes me happy. I am not ashamed of what I do; I just don’t want to mix business with pleasure, unless it’s with AJ. He’s the only. Fuck my ass. Teach me a lesson!” I did not need any further encouragement. With that I pushed a little harder and the silver dart suddenly made her back passage yield and then there was no stopping!By now I was needing relief in the worst way possible! As I fucked her ass with the narrow toy I became more and more obsessed with the idea of sticking my sausage up her bung hole. My wife refused to have anything to do with anal sex. She said it was not safe, dirty and disgusting. Looking at. We let them remain in this sitting position for a couple of minutes while the remaining fogginess dissipated from their heads. It also allowed them to see the predicament their significant others were in on the couch.“Nooo,” moaned Rachel as she seemed to grasp the situation before the others.“To restate what Stan has already said ladies. You will do what we say when we say. Otherwise there will be pain as punishment. We are going to remove your wrist restraints. You will then stand up in front. My father was a graduate of the Citadel, and Citadel alumni are almost cult-like. Every June I could remember my father hosted a party for the neighbors as well as his former classmates from the Citadel, the ones who could attend at least, and normally there would be about six to ten of them. After the party broke up and the neighbors and other friends of my mother and father left and the few of my friends I would invite, my father and his former classmates would stay up and talk way into the.