Kimber reached down grabbing my swollen cock and said "tomorrow this is mine" and she drifted off to sleep still holding it. I woke up abruptly, I tho...ught I was being attacked. Kimber had rolled me on my back and was riding my cock like a wild woman. She was moaning and panting, we were both soaked. She bounced up and down on my cock like it was a pogo stick. I reached up grabbing her hips and began thrusting trying to match her pace. It was no use, she was going nuts. I just layed there. Just beyond where they were laying I could see a young woman being deeply fisted by another woman while a group of guards watched and masturbated. If I had to guess the ages of these two women I would say mid teens for the younger one and maybe mid to late 40’s for the one doing the fisting, she may have been older but she looked stunning. By now my hand was jerking on my own cock as I gazed upon the orgy before me, grunts, groans, sexual moans from all mixed in with crying and screaming from. It wasn’t. It was a self-help book on flirting. Me: Err, thanks. Gail: You’ve been single long enough. Me: It’s not for the want of trying. Gail: I’ve seen you trying. Trust me, you need this book. Gail’s older than me. She’s already had the big four-0, owns her own flat, has never lived with anyone and has a cat. But last month she met Aiden. Until Aiden came along single was sexy and anyone who needed a man, needed a life. Now it’s just me. But while she epitomised the Bridget Jones’s, I was. This feeling of sexual dominance spilled over into all aspects of my life. I am an IT professional andvery successful in my career, and I was responsible for hiring a few talented people from a very largepopulation, all of whom had the right credentials. This was a time and environment when men woulddo almost anything to get one of these jobs, which could drastically improve their station in life. Oneman came to me for an interview and brought his beautiful wife with him. He left to get a pack.