"Twelve grueling strokes later 'Babs' was hanging helplessly inhis bondage. They had made him count each stroke and thank themfor delivering it. Then ...e had to ask them for another stroke.He never knew which one would lash him next. His muscles had been so tight from standing in one position andsupporting his entire weight on the narrow heel that the strokesfrom the straps had been excruciatingly painful. He was sothankful the first half of his final punishment was over but hewas not looking. My wife also had too much too drink as she isn’t quite used to that sort of thing. On the way home, my son passed out in the car. It took me awhile to get him from the car to the house. The three of us managed to get him into his bed. My wife went into our bedroom and collapsed clothes still on.My daughter in-law, who was in just slightly better shape than my son, began to take her clothes off right in front of me while I began to strip my son’s clothes. By the time I had him naked except for. So I went back to the bar and had another drink, feeling excited about thinking of what they were doing with her there inside.As time was passing, I noticed several black men were entering the room and none of them were leaving. I approached the bartender and told him I was going in, just to check on my wife and he stepped aside, smiling…Then I opened the door and saw my gorgeous wife was spread wide onto a wooden table, being fucked by Willy, while Sammy was sitting on her face and rubbing a. I’m in my usual attire, biking jersey and my tight biking shorts. When you find me along the road, I load my bike into your car and see you dressed comfortably in Capri’s and a low cut tank top.As we drive back to your place, you reach over and begin rubbing my cock to get it rock hard. I go to move my shorts out of the way so you can have skin on skin but you stop me and tell me that you want my shorts to show every curve of my cock so I leave them up. By this time I’m rock hard and my shorts.