He helped her up and out of the tub. They wrapped towels around each other and waved good night and left the room. That just left Greg and Teri and Br...e and me. We talked a bit longer. We had more beers. Before long Teri and Greg were kissing, which made things kind of awkward for me and Bree. We looked at each other and smiled sheepishly, and drank our beers. I was contemplating getting up and leaving when I felt Bree’s hand on my leg. I looked up at her. She was smiling devilishly, and she. One day, he called me and said his wife going out and will be back by evening and the k**s went to school. So he asked me to come to his place. After an hour, I reached his home. We talked for a few minutes and he asked me whether I have shaved my pubic hair. I said no. So he asked me to come to the restroom and he shaved me clean. And then we hit the bed and started to play by holding each one's cock and kissing. I should tell you that he is a king in kissing. I thoroughly enjoyed his. You slap me round the face calling me a useless fuckpig.You then grab my nipples and start to twist them and lift them up,making me moan out in pain, i daren't beg you to stop, you lookstraight into my face as you do this, i close my eyes and a tearescapes down my face. You then drop then."thank you sir" now what will i do with you, you were late and you just disobeyed me,what punishment would fit that i wonder" you sayI remain silent, knowing that you do not expecta reply, and am quivering.You. Bullshit. I knew damned well she wanted to screw that donkey, and she wanted to screw him badly.There was a reason for that. As I've said, I never stopped fucking her with my fist. Oh, I had topped her with my peter, and we performed with my peter and not my fist in the acts in front of groups. But I knew she didn't half as much enjoy my dick as she did my fist. I had arranged it exactly so that she never should like anything better than my fist. I wanted her to want a donkey's dong. And I knew.