What are you now, thirteen? I'll tell you what, that means I'm supposed to give you thirteen strokes, one for each year. I'll give you seven hard ones... and six soft ones, O.K., and you know I always try to make it feel better afterwards." O.K., Daddy, I understand. Thanks," as she voluntarily draped herself across my lap, perfectly positioned. Although she hadn't done this in almost six years, which must have seemed like an awfully long time in her young life, she still knew what to do. She. I dropped my shorts to my ankles, squatted over the trough, and started pissing a river. My shirt was still unbuttoned so my breasts were peeking out as I was paying more attention to not falling into the trough.I looked around as I was finishing up to see all eyes were on me. A couple of guys were either brave enough or just plain had to go bad enough they were peeing on either side of me. The guy on my right must have been brave enough because he reached over and grabbed my breast, squeezing. Her wrists and ankles were secured, she was gagged and blindfolded. One of the men was fucking her cunt, several, including myself had already had her and others were awaiting their turn. My Ladies stood and watched.The purpose of including the wives, and having them take part, had many reasons, one was having them involved so activities at the club did not damage the marriage but enhanced it and made it more fun. A second was the BDSM nature of some, but not all, of the sexual activity, and. This is the one moment I had waited for throughout my entire childhood. I wanted Ryan Conner so bad. And at least for this moment, he was all mine.I continued to suck his cock until he came. I swallowed every drop of his load.“Are you okay?” he asked.“I want to get off,” I said. “Will you suck mine?”He put his dick back in his pants and zipped them up.“Sorry,” he said, “I don't do that.”My moment was over. I can't describe how truly amazing it was while it lasted.For the next three years, I.