“Goddamit keep your hands behind your back, slut! You’re not allowed to touch yourself until you’ve milked every cock here dry! Pass me the duct...tape,” I heard Daddy say. I look up to see someone pass a roll of duct tape to Daddy. He pulled my arms behind my back and taped them together at the wrist. I now had no control over the cock I was sucking and the black guy face fucked me mercilessly. Daddy forcibly glided his entire cock into my ass in one continuous motion, and then began dry fucking. Pir normally sab ne khanna khaya or meri saas hamesha ki taraha dophar me soo jaati thi kyuki unki tabiyat khraab thi thidi journey ki vaja se or sasur ji hall me khanna khaake bhaithe hue they .To mai apne room me aake let gyi or sasur ke bade se lund ke baare me sochne lagi or mai saaree ke upar se he apni chut ko dhire dhire sehlane lagi he thi utne me sasur ji ne awaz di or kaha ki bahu tv me koi movie laga do ,maine kaha ki aa rahi hu or saare thik karke haall me jaake sasur ji ke sath. We are both quiet with just the radio and street noise in the background as I just enjoy the feeling as she rubs my boner through my shorts. As we pull up to the first customer’s house, she removes her hand and just winks at me saying, “You might wanna deal with that before you scare the old customer.” I laugh, saying “Oh just you wait until I get you back.” We get out and walk to the back of the van, as she is opening the door I push up against her ass and rub my dick into her, she grinds back. Take the other night for example. My wife was in the shower, cleaning off the sweat of the day, and preparing for our nighttime activities. I spent the time preparing a few things in the bedroom adjoining the bath and was waiting for her as she dried off. I was wearing a set of hospital scrubs I had picked up somewhere over the years, and was holding a patient gown my wife had liberated from the hospital after a brief stay. She was looking at me with a slightly confused smile, as I held it.