It was several weeks later that Jean said Linda had been over and told her my massaging had made her feel better after the argument she had had with h...r husband.It was about a year later I went over to Linda and Ian's house to lend them a couple of paint brushes. I went in the back door and Linda was leaning over the table reading a newspaper and Ian was at work. Without turning around she told me she had been painting the ceiling in a bedroom and her shoulders ached from reaching up for such. Suddenly, the gag was ripped from her mouth and a cock was pushed in. Brooke moaned, and began to suck the guy off as he rammed his cock deeper down her throat. "Oh shit, man, this girls good!" Yeah, look how her nipples are standing up. She likes it." Oh Jesus..."Suddenly, on the verge of a climax, the hands and mouths stopped. Brooke tried to scream around the cock in her mouth, but it was a large one, and all that came out was a muffled grunt. The man picked up his pace, thrusting his dick. “You’re kidding me,” he said. “Dead serious. The more I told her about having sex with you, the more interested she got. I think it, well, I think it actually turned her on a little.” “You’re shitting me,” he said. “No, I”m not. Like I said, we had just finished having some incredible sex, the best we’ve had in years, and by the time I finished telling her the details she got all hot again and we ended up having another major fuck.” “No.” “Yes. And when we were done she said, ‘Why don’t. He grabs his belt again and starts to slap my clit with it. I scream but keep my legs open as he hits me over and over. Going back and forth from my thighs to my pussy. My hands grab the sheets to stop from trying to cover myself as my hips are arching up to meet the belt . “She is being a good slave now isn’t she Richard.” Stuart says as he continues hitting me. “Yes master very.” Is Richard’s reply. “Do you want to taste her?” Stuart asks Richard. “If it please you, yes master.” Richard says..