Her lips part as her breathing quickens in anticipation. I kneel in front of her and grab her legs, grasping them under her knees and parting them. Ge...ntly but firmly, I open her up for me. She isn’t wearing panties, and her trimmed pubic hair glistens with lube and cum. Not mine, this time.I take my time, savoring the sight of her, her legs parted and her used cunt ready for my cock. Her labia and clit are swollen and a deeper red than usual, and her opening is still parted from the two cocks. She needed to smell and taste the air. Besides, the view of her tongue hanging like a bitch on heat was fucking hot. Self-control, he reminded himself. And then opened the door to the cupboard inset into the wall. The soundproofing had silenced the struggles of the girl inside. She was chained head to foot and suspended from the roof of the cupboard. A ball gag was firmly wedged into her mouth. ‘Come on in, my dear. I’d like you to meet my wife.’ Blind and effectively dumb, Linda could only. Kara was stronger thanme, and she endured conditions that would have been too much for me tobear.And during the nights Rashid and his brothers would take it in turn tohave us each in their furs. Each of the men had me in turn, and not anight went by that I wasn't raped by one or another of them.A couple of weeks later a third girl was added to the homestead - aTahari girl called Mehra, that Rashid had seized during a desert raid.She made the daily chores a little easier, though our night time. No way. MY Ben.”“Our Ben,” I added. “But we’ll let you use ‘im.”“He’s OUR Ben, too,” Sara said. “But I understand what you’re saying.”“Everybody in one bed,” Ben said. “I love my girls. They get me. First and forever.”Barb sighed. “It’s very complex. I would’ve never married Ben, and I love my Sara…” she caressed Sara’s blonde hair. “But I love everybody here, and heaven knows that sexually… wow!”“But we were doing fine as two separate bunches,” Ben said.“And we’ll keep doing that. Like y’all.