The guys got mad, and started calling me "faggot" andthreatening to kill me. But I didn't back down, and in a steady voice Iadmitted that I would like...nothing better than to give them both a sluttyblow job right there in the elevator.Peters suggested to the men that perhaps a more private place would bemore appropriate. So we all hopped into a car and I ravenously suckedboth men off in the backseat as we drove to the store. The guys werespeechless, but very happy when we finally arrived at. It was worth an effort to try to reduce my punishment. “I take all the blame. Donna followed my lead. I’m sorry and it won’t happen again.”Art shook her head. “Nice try, but it doesn’t work. Donna is an adult and should’ve known better. I’m sure his husband will make sure he realizes that if he doesn’t already. That by the way, brings up something else I want you to know. If Bob gets here and decides Donna needs another lesson on her lap, if she wants a turn at your butt I will give her all the. Don’t try anything. It would be very unpleasant if you did.”Her eyes bored into me, then she looked down, her lips tight and rigid, her expression unhappy. Leaving Mary to clean up the dungeon and restock the supplies, I led Cathy upstairs. She stopped at the top of the stairs and took a deep breath. Prisoners recently released say the air smells better outside their prison. Cathy was sharing that thought now. I guided her into the shower, turned on the water and stripped before joining her.. I would destroy their marriage.But my cock didn't care. My futa-dick just ached and throbbed while my pussy grew hotter and hotter. The hot wife grasped my shaft, her fingers so delicate and warm. She gripped me and stroked up and down my shaft.“Oh, honey, this cock is what we've been looking for,” the woman moaned, her voice so throaty. “She can breed me. We can have a baby!”“Yes!” Brendan groaned, moving up behind his wife and grabbing her shoulders. Not to pull her away like I expected, but.