"You must understand, when I'm in my studio the rest of the house, the rest of the world, it really doesn't exist for me. I usually have headphones on...unless I'm working with a live model. If your wife had come to the front door, I wouldn't even have heard the bell ring." She unlocked the door and let Greg in, then closed and locked the door.There was some kind of thick heavy incense in the air, but after a bit Greg no longer noticed it. If the rest of the house had seemed bland to the point of. "I will explain the rules and get the OK." He looked directly at me. "Cindy, our club is dedicated to group sexual pleasure. Each event night like this one we invite one woman to be the object of our attention. John and Jack recommended you for tonight. Their opinion is that you would be comfortable with multiple partners and having sex while others watch. That's why you are here. OK so far?" I was kind of shocked. I went out tonight looking for some fun ... OK, I admit it, looking for sex. But. And the bastards at the house. She'd call the police, turn them in, that would show them! No, that wouldn't do. She'd camp out in front of the house, her car parked across the street, surely somebody would show up. Friday, she hovered over the computer all day from the moment she woke up until Ben called her to bed at eleven. He wanted to make love but she said she was sore and tired and could she give him a blow job instead. Ben's eyes lit up. This was a rare treat and he enjoyed every minute. Another held her hands in front of her. The last two held her thighs apart, allowing me the perfect sight of her shaven pussy, already glistening and puffy and pink, and the rosebud of her ass, winking at me between the twin globes of her asscheeks.Tonight I would warm her up first before resorting to stronger measures. I took a simple twelve inch shatterproof plastic ruler. It would sting, and redden, but not damage. I took up a position behind the captive form, to one side, my own torso.
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