The touch of his belly on her hand while he reached across the table to explain his reason for the changes he had made. She began to caress her breast..., her nipples hard. She ran a hand over her wet, soapy belly until it met the v of her thighs. What had gotten into her, she thought. She hadn't thought about anyone but her husband since they met. But she couldn't help herself. The harder she tried, the more Scott pushed himself into her thoughts. So she went with it. She thought about what it. We would like the chance to speak to him in private, to show him that these concerns are groundless.”“Right away, sir,” Carter said while my wife moaned. “Finger my cunt, Frank. Make me cum.”“Make her cum, husband,” giggled Janet, breaking her kiss with Becky. “She’s your first wife. You have to please her.”“First cums first,” Becky nodded, trying to affect a sagely expression spoiled by her vapid, blue eyes and pouting duck face. “Then second cums second.”“That’s me,” giggled Janet. “And. I had no underwear on, so my cock stood proudly to attention in front of Faye's gaze. Faye poured some oil into the palm of her hand and massaged my balls. She then ran her hand along the length of my cock, from base to tip and back again to my balls. I groaned in appreciation of the pleasure this gave me. Faye was still fully clothed, so I stood up and pulled her off the bed so she was standing in front of me. I kissed her as I unbuttoned her jeans. I then knelt in front of her and pulled. The females revel at the male’s reaction; he has seen the coffin, he is to die for them; his cock is erect and the women taunt him wickedly. He is made to stand on a small stool and the noose is wrapped sweetly around his neck; his mistress pulls the noose tight about his neck, smiling wickedly, he is not to be hooded, the women want to witness his complete misery as he is strangled by the rope, he will not be allowed the luxury of a broken neck, he is to suffer a slow agonising death which.