"You are going to H E LL (spelling hell)" and I said why? " "Because I smell P U S S Y (spelling) on your fingers." I was somewhat shocked because I h...d never heard her talk like that, but laughed it off, and started back at my task. Julie suddenly grabbed my hand with the pussy smell on it and sucked my fingers into her mouth. My wife just stood there watching and grinning. GAME ON!Suddenly, I was escorted into the living room and pushed back on the couch. My wife undid my shorts and Julie was. “Hi, come over and see our little surprise”. We followed him into what appeared to be a two story outhouse, built of the same stone as the house. Inside was an open space, a kitchen-dining area at one end, a lounge at the other. A stairway was in one corner. “Follow me”, we climbed the stairs and came to a mezzanine level above the kitchen with an open view to the lounge on one side and a huge bed with two armchairs amongst other furniture. “The bathroom is here”, he pointed to a door behind. “Say? Slave, speak.” I punched her in her chest. That got a response. She seemed to come alive then. She tried to push me away, but she couldn’t reach and her chest prevented her from sitting up. She tried, but with the size of her chest and the pounding I was giving her, she failed. “You just won’t listen will you slave? I guess you need to be punished.”I pulled out of her, and easily raised her legs and pushed them towards her face, causing her ass to raise and her breasts to move and almost. She dragged a finger through it while spreading her legs far apart, giving David one last steamy look before closing her eyes, dropping her head back to the bed, losing herself in the pleasure. With one hand, she gently inserted 2 fingers into her pussy, while with the other she rubbed her clit, gently at first, then with more urgency. David couldn't take his eyes off her pussy and started stroking himself in time with the fingers she was thrusting into herself. Rachel was starting to breathe.