His hand slipped under her nightdress and touched her. Neil’s jaw dropped. Karl reached over as well and Neil was now looking at the two men touchin... Claire. Their fingers stroked her cunt lips before vying to slip inside her. Neil just stared at the sight of their fingers prodding and probing. He heard Claire’s soft moans and also saw that their fingers were glistening. “Good, is it Neil,” Jerome interrupted. “Watching your wife getting fingered by us?” Neil let out a groan. “We’re going to. ...dirty wounded tired,,,,,walking tied to the horse by the pulled rope.....he tried not to fall both due to the chain that due to the pegs.....he did not want the Claudia whip. But....But in the same time was excited.....the situation: tied , hooded. gagged. assplugged........his exhibitionist side wanted to be seen. be exposed......and cock grew....the excitement grew....and two clothespin fell to the ground......After 30 minutes of walking finally arrived! The Mistress entered directly into. Her right hand grabbed her phone from the night stand. Curious what she was going to do, I said nothing. She quickly took a selfie of her, with the tip of my dick in her mouth. I heard a the swoosh sound that indicated she sent the picture to someone, all this while continuing to stroke me. Once the photo had been taken and sent, she tossed her phone, and with that hand, reached down to undo my shoes, and told me to kick them, as well as my pants, over to the side. I did as instructed. She went. I dropped the wad of crumpled papers I must have carried with me all the way from the copier. With my face beet red, and my eyes looking straight down, I slowly undid my belt and pants. I pulled them down a little bit."All the way. As a matter of fact - take them off and give them to me." She commanded."No way." I said.She turned around, started to open the door."Okay, okay, okay" I surrendered.I kicked off my loafers, pulled off my pants and handed them to her. And there I stood, in all my.