“Please forgive the furniture and stuff; I just rented it, you know, until I can buy something better.” For the first time I stopped looking at al... of the young women and looked at his furniture. Yep, he was right, it had a rented look. “See what I mean by needing your help?” He said to my wife.Then he turned to the redhead who’d been hanging off of his arm when we walked in. “Brad, Marissa this is Kaitlyn,” said Tony. The two women nodded to each other.As I said earlier, Kaitlyn was fantastic.. I moan with pleasure, pressing my breasts tighter against his chest as I cling to his shoulders. He pulls out and I stare at him in confusion. “Now it’s my turn.” He whispers against my lips before plunging the tip of his cock in me again. I struggle to keep my legs around him as the thrill races through my blood. He slowly slides out. I pout up at him. “Not fair.” He simply smiles at me wolfishly and plunges deep inside me. I gasp in delighted surprise as he begins. ”And did she ever.The next blow went right at the crease between my ass and thigh, but it didn’t stop there as at least two leather fingers flicked across my stretched and exposed left testicle.Now, I screamed.“Shut up,” she screamed back. And another landed in the same place. I choked out another scream.“I would have guessed you had no balls but it looks like you have one more that needs attention,” she said loud enough for all to hear.“I am going to slap you on the other side just the same. Catherine's loser husband was away on "business" - actually, I knew from a mutual friend that he was holed up in a seedy motel with a pair of hookers called Chantelle and Chardonnay, but who was I to judge? - and Catherine had agreed to a romantic getaway at my secluded cottage, high up in the hills. We left early on the Saturday morning, enjoyed a long, leisurely lunch at a roadside cafe, and drove up into the mountains accompanied by a selection of Catherine's favourite CDs. Catherine.