She was a very good judge of what each naughty boy or girl can safely take and she, not me, would decide when I had reached my very pinnacle of pain. ...he released me from my bounds only when I had been corrected suitably in the second stage of my punishment enemas. After embarrassingly farting out the last enema she had administered to me, I was informed it was time for me to receive a Molasses-and-Milk enema. This especially punitive enema was injected through a very large tubed dildo. To my. As I pulled down her panties, Robin said, “Baby, you might not want to visit down there right now.” Her pussy was pungent and the smell of cum was very much present as I took in a big whiff. I cupped the bottom of her ass, pushed her legs apart with me head and pressed my tongue against her clit. Robin’s body shook as I parted her pussy lips with my tongue and licked from bottom to top. The taste of pussy and Greg’s dried cum flooded my taste buds. I looked up at my wife and she said, “Oh. And in an instant, she had an orgasm.She was laying there trembling. I was looking at her, fingers still inside her pussy, trembling and turning red.She stopped after a few seconds with a lot of fluid released on the couch. I got up and kissed her on her lips. She smiled and looking cunningly into my eyes.She ran her hand across my body towards my dick. She opened my zipper and tried to take it out. I said, “Wait, let me”. I removed my jeans and underwear and she held my dick in her hand. She. First was a formal bet maker, four toughs carrying his table on which lay the iron box holding funds; one each on the corner legs held at shoulder height. His chair carried as well, on the same level, by two more. Wagers did he take as they disappeared down the street pursued by a mob of sportsmen, betters, and ones who loved to be there when mayhem broke out.A quartet of loan sharks and their bully blade brainless guards (the “all muscle, no brains” kind of thugs) were the next to continue;.