Don was still kneeling between my Rodney’s legs. My husband’s ass hung over the edge of the couch. His legs were spread wide. His knees were bent,...and he was still supporting the weight of his lower extremities by resting his feet on the coffee table.Three fingers of Don’s left hand were keeping my husband’s anus stretched open. Right in front of my face, Don transferred my wetness on the fingers of his right hand to the head and shaft of Rodney’s extremely hard cock. Don’s eyes locked with. "It's only two weeks," I tried to comfort him. "And we're already almosthalf way through it. You'll get to see her again soon." Maybe," Austin replied. "But what if Sam gets to her first? He's beentrying to steal her from me since the day she first came over to ourhouse!"I couldn't help it - I laughed. He seemed so serious in his worry! I knewthat it was unlikely the two of them would be together for long, but itcertainly felt like a life and death matter for him."Don't worry, Austin," I told. Then it hit me. He probably had ED and could not get it up. This was his way of getting off.The fifth floor was dedicated to Bob’s team, of which I am a part. I heard the sound of two women moaning.The software industry is a male-dominated one. Having two women in a team of twelve was actually pretty good. Bob had asked for more women. He said that they had a way of looking at things that were different from men. We needed all the perspectives we could find.Now, our two girls were naked on. Daddy said nothing as he whipped my ass over and over with slow, strong swipes. He only paused once, to grab my chin and raise my head. “Look into the camera, Goofgirl. Let the people see how you can take a beating from your Daddy.” I felt my pussy muscles tighten. I looked into the camera and realized that Daddy had somehow changed the setting. I realized we were broadcasting live. What did the viewers see? A red-faced white woman, close to tears, her hair falling from its tie, her left tit.