He was now kissing me and caressing my waist, circling my navel and opened by fifth and last button to expose my navel and went there to kiss my flat ...elly and tongue my navel, he kissed every inch of my belly and undid my fourth button and moved up with kissing. Now my top was held in place with just two buttons which he undid in one go and I was beneath him with opened shirt and black bra. He kissed my whole cleavage and parts of my breasts above bra cups and while caressing he pulled down. Finally I just laid there. Uncontrollably sobbing as my wife held me down while another stranger, another woman, disciplined me by using her belt on my bare ass.After 50, the belt was dropped by my feet and the woman joined the others on the couch and chair. My wife let me up and I walked over to the chair, got on my knees, and properly thanked the woman who just tore apart my as by kissing her feet too.After about 15 minutes of worshipping the second ladies feet, the third woman said it was. The tiny little Special Operations Unit was proving itself to be very successful. It was a good feeling to be part of something so positive.We went for a couple of weeks just doing routine patrol. We really were adequate at it, but we were best at special missions. Nothing happened at all during those two weeks. It became pretty boring even the weekends were a drag. Mary Ellen was up to something which did not include me. I expected it had less to do with video than it did with her personal. One thing was certain, after those few moments of delight, Harry's experience with the opposite sex blossomed. His confidence boosted, he flinched at the egotistical thought that, gradually, he had become capable of giving so many young ladies something to remember.The train began to slow, and the announcement came, "This station is Claver Hill." Harry jerked upright. Claver Hill, why hadn't he heard any earlier warning? The luxury houses? He peered out beyond the hoardings, beyond the first.