" Am I being a good slut babe? This is what you want right?" You are my awesome slutwife baby and I love you! Are you going to fuck him?" There was ...nother long pause. I couldn't help stroking my cock thinking of what they could be doing. Minutes passed. Time seemed to slow. I needed to know what was going on but had to wait for her to send word. Suddenly another pic came through of my wife's legs spread wide as his fingers played with her pussy. Then I realized it wasn't a pic but a. I fucked it up, on stage, then I got stage fright and fucked it up worse. The guys backing her up tried to rescue me, but it was bad. The people in the club, who had paid good money for the show, were not happy, didn't think I was cute. didn't applaud me for trying. mom was pissed, too. This is how she makes her living, and she is a real bitchy perfectionist about everything that happens on stage, even though she is taking huge risks every time she sings a note.So part of me felt like an ugly. “Here it is, Sam! Just what I….”His hand gripped my shoulder.“Oh shit,” I whispered.“Oh shit is right,” he echoed.I looked up. “How did you get unstrapped from the stirrups?” I noticed the turkey sitting calmly in the wheel chair.“I’m rather nimble that way,” He mentioned, pulling me up by my arms and bending me over the table. “You don’t think I know who you are? You don’t think I know what you’re up to?”“Sam, I can explain…”WHAP!!! He smacked the shit out of my ass!“Arghhhhh! That. I would get a hard-on and say to myself. "You don't need this, she will let you fuck her tomorrow", but I would find myself toying with my prick and balls. After my gay friend shaved my genitals the first time, I loved to gently feel my balls, smooth and hairless. I have been shaving them weekly ever since. I would wind up Jacking myself off every night after the afternoon of fucking and sucking. My balls were aching but I could not stop.It was a Friday and before I left Latisha's house for the.