Friday after dinner, we sat on the sofa together, and she greeted me with those words that all husbands—dominating or dominated—dread. "We need to...talk." What is it, Darling?" Didn't you give me control of your pleasure?" Yes, Mistress. That's why you have my pathetic dicklette locked up." What did you do last night while I was on my date?" I cleaned up the house a while, then watched some TV." Did you use your computer?" Yes, I checked my email." That's not all. I checked your history. You. Can you make it a little bigger? Davey smiled. Kevin stared at Kerrie and nodded his head. That will be fine. Kerrie laid back and closed her eyes. She heard the sound of the needle and felt herself getting wet. When the needle touched her, she flinched, hands gripping the edges of the chair tight. She slowed her breath, enjoying every tiny movement Davey made. She felt her nipples stiffening and clenched her cunt. About ten minutes into the process Kevin made a loud sniffing sound. Whats that?. His naughty touch turns me on with Helen sitting opposite us. I feel my nipples get hard and poke against the fabric and see Helen look at them then quickly avert her eyes blushing. “Shall I go upstairs and let you ladies get to work?” asks Rick.“Actually, honey, we need to practice a presentation, maybe you can watch it and give us your feedback?” I say.“Sure, happy to help,” Rick says.We move into the lounge room and Rick takes a seat in an armchair. Helen and I stand in the middle of the. ” Cherry kept plunging her fingers into her cunt hole, already trying to wedge her own thumb inside herself so she could self-fist her dripping cunt, while pulling even harder on her pinched nipple.“So close, Master! Please,”Cherry begged.“Crawl Position, NOW,”I yelled at her, breaking through her self-induced haze.Cherry was definitely still learning to listen however she was quick to follow a shouted order. With a quick, ‘eek’, she stopped masturbating and rolled over before getting on hands.