I sat down on a couch, looking out an armored glass window overthe Bressler countryside below. I had stolen the rest of the chocolatesand the wine. I ...igured if this whole thing had worked, I wasn't going tobe having any of the latter for a while, so what the hell. It was verygood wine.After a short while, Tanya joined me in the room. I think she heard myalternating giggling and soft crying as I pondered what I was, what I hadbecome for the millionth time. She sat down on the couch next to me,. Then, Samuel moved his lips down to her pussy lips and the camera moved behind her so all eleven-hundred people could watch as Samuel’s tongue invaded between my wife’s pussy lips.Addie screamed when his tongue touched her clit, “Aauughrh,” or some such noise, then, “Omigod… omigod,” she moaned as her body tried to squirm with Samuel’s tongue lapping inside her labia. Her face was contorted into something that was indistinguishable from pain or incredible lust, her mouth gaping open and closed;. His other hand massaging the hurt from my pussy lips. He kept up a running commentary on how wet I was as his fingers slid over and around my clit. And I was wet. I've always produced lots of juice. It was nothing new for my ass to be in a wet spot from my pussy juices before a man even came in me. Despite what I may have been thinking about being whipped, a deeper part of me was excited. Standing with a metal rod up my ass while Marty's fingers moved between my lips. While other fingers. She stroked me slowly and stopped every so often to enjoy what it was I found myself doing to her. My lips encircled the bud of her nipple as I traced my tongue around the outer circumference of it. I held each mound and traced its sensitive underside using each of my thumbs. Tiara mewed under her breath. She pushed me away a couple of steps and let go of my manhood. I stood there slack-jawed as the waist of her pants inched down over her thighs and down to her ankles, at which she stepped out.