He was about 6 feet tall, but probably weighted less than 175 pounds. The girl smiled at me then blew Lilly a kiss as her man got in position behind h...r. She folded her arms on the blanket and closed her eyes with a smile as she felt his hands on her hips. Moments later I could tell he had just pushed his way into her. She drew in a long breath and then exhaled slowly as she opened her eyes and looked at us again.They started fucking right then and there and the combination of seeing her big. Or the unlucky lady, however they / you want to view it. That lady (wife / girlfriend / biker bitch - which ever she prefers) has to start having sex with the men that want to participate that night, beginning no later than 7:00 PM, and the fun ends no later than 9:00 PM. We do this in the summer months.There is a king size bed, with lights on the night stands, a small trash can between the night stands and the bed (for used condoms), and an old time pretzel dispenser (glass dime store. As you might imagine, my cock tends to spring to life from these ministrations, creating what must be an apparent bulge in the towel. I guess that aspiring therapists are taught to ignore it, because no one has ever left the room or scolded me for being a pervert during what is clearly a non-sexual massage.Since the fronts of the legs are about the last body part to be massaged, when the therapist leaves the room to allow me to get dressed, more often than not I'm left with a raging hard-on.. But regular attention had the dual purpose of also keeping her focused on the instrument of her punishment, should she choose to disobey. Disobedience was always a choice, he told her often. A choice she was free to make, knowing the consequences of her actions. A whipping was hers for the asking.She had cried the first time he told her that, as he held the whip in his hands and waited for her to undress. She couldn't deny that he had warned her, that she had agreed to be punished if she were.