I laughed at the instructions, my mouth watering at the idea of just being texted to suck dick... wish I could just text and get sucked myself... alth...ugh, truth be told, I seemed to enjoy sucking cock even more than I enjoyed getting sucked. Another text arrived: Rule 3: Go suck his cock!! You are to be completely obedient. If he wants to fuck your face, you let him fuck your face. He will give you his cum wherever he wishes. That said: you only have to suck... if you want to give up your man. As mandated by my ex-wife. Damn she sure looked pretty, actually the both of them did as they came into the front room where I’d stationed myself waiting to go to dinner. I decided to say so; they beat me to it.“You look nice,” she said, coming up to me.“Yes, indeed,” said Harriet, adding her comment to the mix.“Thanks,” I said. And, for an ugly guy in a wheelchair, I did have to agree with them. “So do the both of you.”We were on the road two minutes later.****“Daddy, where is mommy?” said. "Lisa was a little in shock at Pam's aggressiveness but decided to help out for now. "Can I help you with something," she asked."Yes," Pam said pushing her onto the now empty bed as Mark and Jeff grabbed the trays Lisa had been carrying. "You can give me something to drink." With that she glued her mouth to Lisa's hole and pushed her tongue deep inside Lisa's cunt."Someone woke up very thirsty," Lisa said amused."And very hungry," Jeff said pointing to his flaccid cock and those of his. My cock was hard again and promptly fell out of my trousers as the first rhythmic squeaks of our marriage bed began. I set my coffee down began to wank myself off to my wife's moans of 'Oh, oh yeah, oh, oh...' as the driver gave her a good seeing to.He didn't last long, obviously the thought of fucking my wife in our bed while I was downstairs making him coffee sent him over the edge. The squeaking and rattling of the bed quickened, my wife moaning even louder now in response his rapid.