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That's exactly how Tom liked to share me ... blindfold so that when he shared me at parties I would only know how many, not who . It was such a skin tingling sensation of, yes, excitement when we rejoined the group not knowing who had fucked me and who had watched. More often than not there were always more there than had. Consequently I found it such an exquisite sensation when chatting with someone wondering if they had just fucked me or seen me fucked. No one ever let on so to this day on the rare occasions that I visit my home town and see anyone from those days I often wonder if they had ever fucked me or seen me fucked. Some have invited me to join a reunion, I obviously know why but now always refuse as I am no longer available or willing to repeat those frolics.
