There she was, my wife, on display in her sexy underwear dancing for group of young men. She unclipped her bra and let her perfect tits fall, I love t...ose breasts, she continued to sway while she tweaked her nipples and tossed her hair. I pressed record on my phone and told her to turn around and face the window, which she did moving closer until her tits were pressed tight against the cold glass, still blindfolded and unaware she was performing for the crowd outside. She slid her hand between. Irene did this her long legs pulled up and feet on the tables edge her ass now right on the edge as Esterr had ordered, and with that said and done, Esterr reached right into that bucket and pulled a swamp eel twice as big as the ones she'd used on her daughter Maryanne.Irene's eyes shot open in awe and fear alike as the thing flopped and wiggled about in Esterrs hands as she brought it to Irene's pussy and worked the head into her cunt lips making her go crazy with anticipated lust and feeling. The pin was up my ass, my pussy felt the relief of closing around thethinner neck section, and I relished in my accomplishment. My penisstarted off hard as a rock, but now was flaccid and unnoticeable. I knewI was going to have to work at getting the pin out. And, it wasn't goingto be easy. For now I needed rest.***I've never felt any better. My sex life, although be it by myself, wasactive. I had new and exciting things to do. Lots of sexier outfits. Icould be a street whore or a Catholic. He's obsessed with the feeling of Xavier's gasps ghosting across his ear. “Do we still have the oil?” Stanley finally asks.“My bag.” Xavier groans, soft and lovely. He moves to get up before Stanley can do it first. Crawling out from beneath him, he sits on his knees to reach over the side of the bed to retrieve the vial.As he digs almost frantically into the largest pocket, he feels Stanley's hands grasp firmly onto his ass. The thumbs spread his cheeks wide. His soft hum peaks to a cry as a.