“Alright, folks, it’s high time for another neat little clusterfuck ... on film, of course. You’ll do as I say, of course. When and how I say it.... I’m the director and producer of this little production here. Okay, now ... let’s see. Oh, yes. Let’s take this into the master bedroom. Very good. Camcorder can be reset right there. On the tripod, that’s good. Alright, now ... Mary, get on the bed. Time for a repeat of the other night ... only this time, it’s guys instead of gals. A proper gang-bang. Ooooooooooh. Fuck me harder." My ex-wife. That was something new but it didn't stop me from doing my thing. . Then she bunched her skirt and slip together and pulled it up above her thighs and tried to show him, the one in the truck, that she was not wearing any panties or pantyhose. This pantiless thing was something she had never done at work before. It made her feel like a very young slutty whore, who's pimp was just fucking with her!. The black guy in the. I honestly could have sucked that for England if it ever became an Olympic sport. I did panic when it first touched the back of my throat as I felt I could not breathe but soon realised that by breathing through my nose I could cope. I can only imagine how I looked; bound and gagged in such a manner out in the cool night air so wickedly exposed as I was,The thin back board again was something I had not expected and to be honest it did very little to help things except it forced more pressure on.