..' She carried on, regardless. 'Christ, Jim. This fucker's gonna hurt me.' An emotive word triggered an emotional memory. My wife. Naked and on her k...ees. Her wide, loving eyes locked onto mine. Tits pressed to my thighs. Head buried in my groin. Skilled tongue working on me. Hungry lips sucking on me. A rigid finger entered my bowels and I was cumming. She swallowed. Sucked and stroked some more then swallowed again. On and on, relentlessly, till I was totally drained. My head was spinning.. Her legs had been pulled apart, tied at the ankles by more lengths of rope that ran across to the pillars before feeding through holes bored into the wood.The staging of the little tableau was deliberate; the positions chosen less for her comfort, and more for the benefit of the cameras. The website Marcel ran was subscription-based and special-invite only, with internet viewers paying upwards of forty pounds an hour to watch. But this session was different. For one thing, only one. ”“Really? And you think you will be able to do this for her? I mean, to accept the fact that she is going to have sex with others, without getting jealous about it?”“To be really honest, I don’t know,” Frederik confessed. “It was a little difficult when Sandra told me about all those things she had done. However, when I gave it another thought, I couldn’t help but feel love for her. I’m sure, now and then; it will be difficult for both of us, but I think we both will be able to handle it. I. Grant went and got the two teenage black boys that had been watching television in the living room while waiting. Margo was ready and starting to wake up as the two teenagers quickly undressed. Both boys may have been young teenagers, but they were both well hung. Already hard, the first boy rolled a condom on his cock. The drugs were taking over Margo, she was moaning, and her breathing was getting heavy.The fifteen-year-old black boy climbed on the bed with the attractive wife. She didn’t.