She could do as she pleased, and did not have to ask for permission. Once she crossed the threshold of the hotel room she was Sweet Girl. She was his,... her body was made for his pleasure. Everything that he taught her, and was expected of her was in effect.“Well, try it on, Sweet Girl” he said as he took a sip of his own drink.She was about to go to the bathroom to change out of her dress and get into the lingerie set. Then she knew better, there was no room for modesty, there was no place for. "Tonight is homo night – I found these guys to gang-fuck you while I watch and I just might allow one of these studs to fuck me too." She responds. "Now, get undressed, Missy, and show these studs, your pretty undies!" she directs. I strip down to the stockings, garter, panties and camisole. When I've finished undressing, one of the guys says, "Damn, you really are some kind of a sissy!" Then Susan says, "O.K., honey that is Maurice and Tony, Greg, and Rob. Guys, this is my husband, Michael,. He never turned over and looked at me and for that I was thankful, I just didn't think I could have faced him right at that moment. We fell asleep like that, spooned up next to each other. The next morning I woke up and felt a hand cupping my breast, squeezing and massaging me. Initially confused, I looked down and realized that sometime during the night I had rolled over and Jack had too then spooned up next to me, his hand over my shoulder and inside my robe on my breast. Jesus, even thought. "Ah shut up!" Brutus yelled as he grabbed a tire iron and swung itaimlessly towards the nearest cage. He narrowly missed his girlfriendwho shrunk into her seat but he succeeded in subduing the captives tosilence.The trail from the farmhouse to the beach was as rough as Ingridpredicted and she hoped the ride wouldn't damage the goods too much.'It's a good thing those cages are so tightm' she thought, 'there's noroom for them to bounce. I'm glad it's them and not me in one.'As the two vehicles.