John moved away and she sat between us. She looked admirably beautiful, and she was feeling very frisky. "Are you having fun yet?" I asked her. She raised her eyebrows and gave me a "Uh huh!" in a very sultry voice. At that point, I realized the game is over. I can pretend to act out like I'm in control, but the truth was, I was totally lost in that magical woman. If there was a slave in that room, it had to be me!

I lifted Julie skirt up and my middle finger found its way to her pussy. I pushed in, she was a sticky mess from my earlier orgasm in the car.

"Wow, you're so wet. Check it out John!" I called to John, I pulled her legs wider and spread her lips apart for him. He inserted a couple of fingers inside the sopping pussy.

"Have you felt her this wet before?" I asked.

"Not really!" John replied, "But I don't think she's had that many fucks in one day like this before!" He added. "Or have you…? 14-15 guys before me, you never know…?" Looking into her eyes and referring to her statements to me on the video tape.

"And what would you do if I did?" She replied playfully. John lifted his eyebrow.

"Well, are you boys gonna stay like this, I need some action…" She spoke with a tone of challenge in her voice.

A wicked thought came to my mind, a thought that has Julie with a bunch of guys, getting gang-banged, taking on many cocks until she's so sore she can't walk. I looked at John, I got an eery feeling he was reading my thoughts, he was smiling. I know she'd probably do it, but I don't think they can both handle the consequences. AIDS and diseases, she might turn into a complete slut, something John might never be able to handle.

"Well, John she wants some action, wasn't there used to be a Marines base close by?" I asked jokingly. "Mmmmmm, I'd go for that…" She replied.

"Wait a second, I'll be right back!" I jumped up and headed to the bedroom, grabbed the bottle of lubricating gel from my bag and headed downstairs.