My husband waved to me as I reversed out of our driveway. He thought that I was having a day out, painting with the ladies from my art group. Nothing could have been further from the truth. I was heading to Roger’s house, the leader of my art group, where I was to be gang-banged by him, and three other members of our group. I am regularly in need of a good fucking, unfortunately my husband isn’t up to it anymore. He only...