But he stopped after a moment. It wasn't the right time, or the right place, to come. Not yet. That would be for later!So instead, he got out of bed a...nd took a shower.As he got out and dried off, he saw the time, and he hurried to get toweled off and dressed. He was meeting up with a group of eight different guys, who a friend of his had hooked him up with, who were going to each, collectively, 'donate' a load of sperm so that he could have a 'sperm cocktail!'As he finished getting dressed, he. ?W?What do you mean,? suddenly she looked and sounded nervous.I sat dejectedly on the bed and looked up at my wife ?Was it Ian?? I said and Grace seemed to visibly crumble.?Oh God I’m sorry. I tried, I swear I did. I e-mailed them to say I wouldn’t contact them anymore, but they just told me I had to obey them. I’m so sorry, I can’t resist them, and I’m weak. I don’t know what to do, please help me. I can’t stop myself,? she was in tears again but I was no longer sure whether they were real and. Over my tits I wore a thin, sexy camisole. Not lingerie exactly, but very slutty. Even looking at myself in the mirror made me wet and horny, and my nipples got hard, poking through the thin material of the camisole. I put the clothes in, started it, then draped myself over it, so the edge was right against my pussy. As my pussy started to tingle I began to play with my nipples through the camisole, moaning softly, leaning my head back and exposing my neck as I pressed my wet pussy against the. My boxers suddenly started to get wet. The strange liquid must have been coming from her vagina, as it seeped through my boxers and onto my penis. She moved the tray off to the side, and she reached for my boxers to pull them down. I went to go grab her wrists to prevent this, but my hands were tied. “S-stop, I-I don’t want to go any further than this,” I pleaded. She just shrugged, “Well I do want to go further, sorry.” I tried to get her off by thrusting my waist and moving my legs, but she.