Jim continued to arch his hips, trying desperately to impale me. I continued to tease him.“And then Bob showed up. I couldn’t believe you invited ...im to sit down and join us,” I hissed in my husband’s ear as I recalled being simultaneously embarrassed and aroused sitting there in front of Jim’s friend.“Cindy, you were so cute. You were so nervous that you couldn’t even talk right.”“Well, damn, Jim, you two were chatting away while that vibrator was buzzing right on your wife’s sensitive little. “Mind if I bring it into the bathroom?” Karissa whispered back.“Go ahead.”Karissa set it aside to piss. After washing her hands, she sat on the closed commode and called a number she’d memorized from a card that the older dyke Marjorie had slipped her. It was the third time she’d called her. The first the morning after the anal rape by Terry. A guest room had a phone and privacy. Marjorie let Karissa know that it was as much Hanna’s kink as it had been Theresa’s. Another call midweek and they. More

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