She's getting tired... weak from lack of air... Her bouncing movements pull the noose ever tighter around her neck... now she can't breathe at all. He...r eyes grow wide and her face turns red. She feels a delicious sensation beginning between her legs... tries to rub her thighs together... frustrated by the bindings at her ankles. She struggles, but weakly now. The audience's movements become more frantic as they see the bride's struggles slow down. A few have already come and are relaxing in the. We had travelled different roads but had both ended up at the same place. Mid-twenties, married to older, successful, career men. My husband is a concert promoter / band manager and is in a prime position to get the pick of the up and coming, barely dressed, blond bimbo's who are looking to break into the music biz.I must admit this was me when I first met him, dancing around a pole as I sang Tina Turners Private Dancer. He was checking out the club for an upcoming gig for a band he was. I could relax and sometimes some of us would go downtown to the theater and watch a movie.I should also mention that Brenda and I could plan to have intimate get-togethers more often than we had been. This was just from the fact we were not as tired all the time. Brenda seemed to initiate these encounters more often. This pleased me because before we started this project it was often days or even weeks before one of us suggested having sex.The first crack that came in my perfect summer showed. Mandi was trying to suck the dog's cock but he was pounding into her faceso hard blood was running from her nose. The dog that was fucking her beganto howl as he blew his load into her ravaged cunt. After a few moments the dog was able to pull himself free of her and anotherdog immediately slammed his hot cock into her cunt. The fourth dog who hadnot yet gotten any relief jumped up on top of her back and began turning circlesas it yelping at the other dogs who were fucking her. It seemed like.