, I could vaguely see the door of the bedroom across the hall was open and I could see through the haze, my wife and Liz in the other room. I couldn...t quite make out what they were doing but I knew it wasn't good as I had recognized the scream as being from my wife.My attention was brought back to Joe when I felt his finger pushing against my ass hole. He was trying to stick his finger up my ass but was having trouble as he couldn't get it in very far because of the way I was standing.He. If you believed him, he was a retired hit man. Big muscles, bull head, a no neck person, tattoos and impressive to look at. Initially we got on just fine, but there always was a friction between us. It was somehow a competition as to who was more macho. I was the ‘hide my lamp under a bushel type,’ he was the ‘bold brash in your face,’ sort. I took every opportunity to take a rise out of him, he did likewise to me We spared in words and effect. The fact that he was twenty years younger than me. Making as little noise as possible and listening for anyone coming up the stairs I pulled my jeans and underpants down around my ankles and started wanking my already stiffening penis. The smell of my dried semen from earlier only made me more excited and I thought about Tom watching me as I pleasured myself. My cock became very stiff quickly and in a couple of minutes the familiar feeling of the building orgasm was upon me, I thought about stopping but before I could I was convulsed in spasms. "She grunted as she used the full strength of her impressive thighs to wade further into the stubbornly thick clay. She was up to her hips now, her balls dragging through the muck and her cock just above the surface of the moist pit.James suddenly realized the true danger they were in. "Wait, Mistress! What are you doing?!? You have a rope right? Something attached to the outside?!?"Bayonetta finally slogged to just behind James' hovering asshole, her legs and hips settling into the sucking.