Erotica: Party of Four

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The ringleader had the key. So I joined the frenzy of men waving cash at the ringleader. This was so ridiculous, she was my wife, and I had to pay. But I wanted to make sure she was safe. Apparently, the men had requested that Rebecca wear something similar to what she had been wearing in Target. Although she thought the idea was weird, she ended up rolling with it. She wore running shoes and a pair of skimpy athletic shorts that didn't cover her big white bubble butt completely. As for her top, she wore the same style of tank top, except she opted to replace the sports bra with a fancy party bra. It was a strange but very attractive outfit for a party. I can do this," I heard her whisper to herself. She took another moment to close her eyes and refocus, then opened them at me. I found myself getting very hard and just watching the pair. I thought about helping Rebecca out of the situation, but it didn't seem like she wanted to be helped. I think she had adequately psyched herself up when we had gone to the kitchen earlier.

Two men got into the room before me. I couldn't hear what was happening because I was trying to get inside myself. But the ringleader seemed to be ignoring me.The man who had brought us over nodded and led us away. We followed obediently. It took a second for the man to part his way through the crowd, and I overheard some conversation between the two men we had just been introduced to. Would the fine white bitches please make their way to the front of the floor," he asked. Rebecca looked at me, shrugged, and headed towards the front. I saw her ass shake and jiggle as she did. After we got two more fancy drinks, this time with a lovely tiny umbrella, she guided me to the stairs that led up to the second floor. However we didn't stop there and continued climbing up to the attic. The men had moved some furniture and a makeshift dance floor had been created. Pretty much everyone at the party was participating, with the white couples in the middle of the dance floor.

The Parties also will not share any of this information on social media or disclose such information to non members including but not limited to information about other members/party attendees. This section remains in full force and effect even after the event has taken place and if membership is terminated by either of the Parties’. I walked in and Rebecca was on the ground with her legs spread. She had cum on her face and some of it was dripping out of her pussy. Complete Contract. This Agreement constitutes the Parties entire understanding of their rights and obligations. This Agreement supersedes any other written or verbal communications between the Parties. Any subsequent changes to this Agreement must be made in writing and signed by both Parties.No, I just...well...I lost my friend," I knew it sounded dumb. More like a child than a 30-ish year old woman. I saw them in Target. Well, they saw me," she explained. "They came up to me and asked me if I wanted to come! Said they would pay me. Can you believe it?" General Assignment. The Parties may not assign their rights and/or obligations under this Agreement.

Time's up!" the man barked from outside. He opened the door immediately and peered in. Then he erupted in laughter. Waiver. Neither Party can waive any provision of this Agreement, or any rights or obligations under this Agreement, unless agreed to in writing. If any provision, right, or obligation is waived, it is only waived to the extent agreed to in writing. After she realized what was happening, she got into it, and started grinding on his finger and closing her eyes and biting her lip, trying to be as seductive as she could. Then he did the same to the other wife, who was clearly new to this, but trying her best to imitate the performance my wife had just given. To my surprise, we won! I hit the winning shot and the men across from us groaned. Both removed their shirts. Rebecca and I stared. They were ripped. From what you were saying, he seemed like he was always kind of like it. I mean not particularly interested in everyday sex," she said. "So what's different?"The confidential information (“Confidential Information”) includes any information that is only known by the disclosing Party, and not known by the general public at the time it is disclosed, whether tangible or intangible, and through whatever means it is disclosed. We walked through the door and I looked around the room. It was the size of the whole house albeit feeling a bit cosier because of the lower roof. The room was dimly lit and it took me a few seconds for my eyes to adapt. When I was finally able to see the details I noticed some people are more than enjoying themselves. The man finally came out of the room with a happy look on his face, and immediately another man tried to enter. But the ringleader left the stage and walked over.

All of it," he commanded. So I took all of the cash out from my wallet and gave it to him. It must have been over five hundred dollars. We pulled up to the house and I could hear loud muffled rap music coming from inside. I gulped. Rebecca looked excited, but also a little nervous. She kept adjusting her top and seeing how her breasts looked. As the door opened, I tried to muscle my way past Davion and into the room. But he was about twice my size. I grabbed two red cups from the table and the handle of Hennessey that had been provided. I went to pour a reasonable drink for Rebecca first, but the weight of the bottle caused my wrist to falter, and I ended up dumping alcohol into her cup. It must have been at least five shots.

Term and Termination. This Agreement shall commence from the date on submission of application to become a Member of Erotica Party and continue until such time they are no longer a member of Erotica Party. Is disclosed to the receiving Party by a third party who is not bound by a confidentiality agreement; We lost the next game, too. I think Rebecca had made the men focus. They weren't laughing or joking around like they had been the first game. They were trying their best. Rebecca and I weren't great at beer pong, and we were very drunk by this point, so it's no surprise that we lost. During the next game, Rebecca would jump up and down each time she made a shot, either out of frustration if she missed, or in celebration if she sunk it. Each time she did, the men stared hungrily at her chest. I glanced over and her nipples were poking through the thin fabric. She had still not pulled her shorts down and they looked more like a thong than a pair of athletic shorts.