“And wives.” He asserted, kissing each cheek.“I see no problem with my husband and I having a beautiful wife,” Wendy stated, kissing Lisa’s ...cheek.“Please follow me.”Wendy and Lisa walked in front of Dan and drew more attention not only to their sexy dresses but by holding hands. They smiled proudly and Wendy rubbed her baby bump.“Your waiter will be with you shortly.”“You can bet she’ll spread the word of a man claiming to have two wives,” Wendy mentioned.“If she only knew he now has four!”. I made the first move and slowly raised my hand to her firm tit. She turned into me letting her hand brush against my cock. She lightly grasped it through my pants and started to stroke it. I leaned in and kissed her, she stuck her tongue deep into my mouth and only broke the kiss to lift her shirt off. I could feel her warm tits press against my chest. She rolled me over and started to dry hump against my hard cock. She ran her hands up my shirt and pinched my nipples. I took the que and. That weekend, I never felt more free! I peed on the floor whenever I wanted (I was over a drain) and I didn't even care. I cried when I wanted to cry and I screamed when I couldn’t not scream. Instead of UNDERSTANDING something, I WAS something. Anyway, to make a longwinded story short, his friend came over, then more of them, and men fucked me and whipped me and burned me and stuck pins in me and stuck things in my ass hole and left them there, and sucked my tits without asking my permission. I screamed out in orgasmic rapture.A powerful, shuddering rapture slammed through my body. I bucked and heaved, my pussy convulsing. Juices squirted out of me as I had the most intense orgasm of my life. Ecstasy slammed into my mind. My thoughts stopped working.In the blink of an eye, the orgasm passed. It had lasted only a fraction of a second.Panting, I shuddered on the floor. At the same moment, words echoed in my mind. It was like Justin was talking to me. He was saying things about making.