“You’re going to love this” said Connie. She was obviously wearing a strap on and was now leaning back and thrusting into me as I tried to find ...a rhythm to continue fucking my wife.There we were, the three of us: My wife hanging in a doorway, me holding her legs up and thrusting into her as Connie was behind me, wearing a strap-on and fucking me. We must have been some sight. “Reach up and hang on to the wrist cuffs that hold your wife up.” said Connie. “They will hold you. I’ll hold your. These men consider you a goddess ... a true African goddess. And they deem it the highest honor to be with you ... in your presence."Michelle didn't want to stay in the strange room but she didn't have enough courage to refuse Sarge's request. Even though she hated the man, she felt a pang of anxiety when Sarge departed leaving her with his tribal friends. All of the men continued to talk loud and boisterous while she tried to be as inconspicuous as possible. It seemed quite natural to pick. The k**s who had nothing to do had left and only some 1st years remain along with Harry and Ginny.Harry notices some of her features too, her lovely red hair was enough to be boner inducing but that was just the tip of her head. She was filling in it looked like and only had maybe B cup tits, but from experience with Hermonie he didn?t car what size they where. She had a face of a angle and when she smiled you felt good too. Her body was well curved and had everything Harry would want to. It made me nervous. “I don’t want to say it’s a sex club…” “A sex club?!” “It’s a hoot, Annie. We would have an extreme blast. It’s not like a strip joint, or, well, okay, maybe it’s like a strip joint on acid or something, but it’s very cool. No pressure. Anything goes, including nothing if you want to do nothing.” “It sounds gross.” “Don’t be a hypocrite. It’s not ‘gross.’ It’s super-clean and everyone is very friendly. Women own it, so it’s safe as can be. It’s just like a big party every.